i've had tam and elaine texting all day. having finished the book, i devoted the entire day to making orange a fortune. oh, and i wrote Ms Simone a long-ish e-mail. my (personal) take on "now you are Hers", chapter by chapter.
the munch is tonight. She was on the phone last night for maybe an hour-and-a-half. i'm trying not to build myself up, but i have a feeling She'll be taking me back to Hers afterwards.
today wasn't bad. i found another room behind the main one. and, in it, several of the files that've been on my list since day one!
there's a different smell in there, that's the first thing you notice. secondly, there are no filing cabinets - it's not even Shelved. the floor is a pile - like a small munro - of files, split asunder, the individual pages spilling out like pressed guts.
today's playlist started off a morbid one. i was thinking of all those who've died this year. "spunk", the sex pistols' bootleg mixed by malcolm mclaren because he thought "bollocks" was too clean and fussy. "slow, deep and hard" by type o negative. i tossed in the ramones' "leave home" since most of them are now dead and the new york dolls' first for the same reason.
i rounded these off with "landed" by can - in memory of michael karoli.
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