Aside from all the other amazing things that life consists of, this evening I am made happy by passionfruit gelato, chickie nobs, and the line, “Someone’s being attacked by a platypus bear!”, upon which, indeed, a platypus bear appeared onscreen, truly one of nature’s more creative miracles.
There will come a time when you believe everything is finished. That will be the beginning.
There is a wretched current pulling me down. I can’t get down to Santa Monica this weekend. Easter prices, mostly, becoming crippling as they piled up. I’m trying to keep my head above water, but I’m feeling like I’m being buried alive. Bloody timing, bloody schedules. Everything matching up perfectly until the last minute, when it turns out the shining itinerary towers are all built on a moment that can’t happen.
I should have paid more attention to throwing caution to the wind. If I’d been reckless, it all would have worked. How frustrating, that. How entirely typical.
There should be some way to hide in eyes that look like diamond. There should be some way to remember how to step into the sky.
Today there shall be another gathering at Andrew’s house to watch the Ghost In The Shell TV series, called “Ghost In The Shell: Stand Alone Complex”. We have watched the first 14 episodes and will be continuing from there.
Feel free to bring snacks.
Where Call me or Andrew if you don’t know.
When Show up for 8 pm, we’ll wait a little bit for latecomers before starting. We’ll go til we get tired.
Who If you know either me or Andrew, you’re invited. Simple as that.