i know how to waste time on surprisingly boring passings. do i delight in the boringness of them, or does it disappoint me? what would i rather be doing: moving between two or three rooms with near certainty that no one will come near me, or breathing fresh air into me lungs, encountering bugs and strangers and friends? tonight i really want to flake, on everyone, or almost everyone. i've spent enough time in the out of doors, cooing along with a baby that sucked on my skin by accident while we sweated through low brush, watched bunnies hop nearly as high as corn stalks, sweltering, breathing together through swarms of honeybees.
i have to say without bragging that i, personally, don't mind touching someone when i sleep. obviously it's a nice way to pass the time, at times, and at others i can't say that it would stressme out. this weekend i'm going to drink appel juice and coffee, in plentitude, and rest, in large quantities, within a good view of mountains and water. whoahisme. my selfimage will waver, for certainty.
