all run out
thursday, july 5, 2001
i thought "i should write something" and like that i felt one of those sudden, sharp head ache pains trace across my head. there it is, lingering underneath my eyebrow crinkle. how ominous!
i haven't done anything since i last wrote. i mean, i've watched television and had a bad stomach ache and i've eaten two boxes of strawberries with icecream for dinner AND breakfast, watched more television and read a few pages of alan duff's once were warriors (which seems as intense as the movie it became and since the movie is on my top 10 of best emotional movies i have ever seen, well, it's a must read, really), returned a skirt because i can't picture myself wearing anything pale lilac coloured, got confirmation from the loan agency that they've gotten my loan application, read a million little online forums and webzines without posting to a single one, fed our birds with wet cucumber coins, bought new batteries for my cd walkman (which should be renamed 'thingy i need to listen to h�kan hellstr�m's cd every step i make outdoors'), logged in and out of my e-mail a zillion times only to be greated by 'no new mail' and applied pretty fake tattoos to my skin, black tiny butterflies lingering from my foot and snaking up my leg, but really, nothing to say, nothing to tell, nothing at all.
no grand thoughts to share. no interesting comments to make. last night, after an awkward silence, i told my cousin i needed to hang up on our conversation. perplexed, he asked why. i admitted that i just had nothing to say, nothing at all to keep a conversation going. then he admitted he was calling from inside his bathroom. i hung up.
oh. that small spot of head ache just slithered down behind my left eye. the piercing pain has mutated into an invisible ache -- i can't feel the actual pressure on my eye lobe, only the edges of it.
feh.
