w24 '26

Emotionally, very fulfilled. Physically, feel like I’ve been quite recently murdered. How bad can hayfever be exactly? Can it be like the throat is swollen and you’re feverish? And all your muscles hurt? Is this hantavirus?

Anyway, it was a good good week. Let’s see about where it began. My heart was beating and the tap was dripping. A string cheese girl with strip cheese girl energy.

Monday I worked, and I got an e-mail, and I had a call, and I worked a lil more. Fine day.

Tuesday I worked, and dealt with the e-mail, long call. Another. Good day.

Wednesday, all call. Fine work. Another good day, after all.

Thursday we went to Ozone and then Tonk City and then Low Stakes | High Spirits. Beautiful day. A beautiful fuckin day m8. May was there! And Daniel. And that girl with the soil. Extremely sad to miss Agnes and Kat performing. Lovely to see them as always. Lovely to see everyone. Lovely to live.

Friday we went to the UAL and learned about malleable knitting machine software requirements. And that was an exceptional day. And met a student and invited her to speak at FoC. Really excited about this knitting business.

Saturday, shortly after waking, Stella text and asked if it was a good day to have coffee in the sun. We did. In the park. And the details aren’t important but: no seven sisters hike, queue no queue, canada, mushroom, ermine, archie, gallery, cozy, battle rap, queue long queue, canada, mushroom, archie, walk up past the graveyard — And then we sat in a bushy garden near the beam engine museum in the dark listening to cassette tapes on speakers hooked up to car batteries with 5 to 7 strangers some of whom made the cassette tapes — ermine, cozy, archie, cozy. i’m so sick, now, with some kind of death that i can’t write about this like i should. but believe me when i say this was a magical day. It was so nice to have a 14 hour conversation with someone and it be fun and good and nice the whole entire time.

And on Sunday i met up with May who is so funny and smart and nice. And we talked for hours and hours too and it was fun, very, and fulfilling, even though i am dying of several incurable diseases i’ve contracted by being bitten by nightmice and milkrats. I’ve been in the forests of Abney with strifelice and dingbats. And I got to see my duckies at the Barbican. They seemed fat and wet.

My throat feels as though i’ve been filing it with a coarse-toothed rasp. They call them bastard rasps.

I’m so dizzy and … do sidzzy…

i’m on the traim now to brinstol. the dog is getting off the train at Bath Spa. i’ve phased out of reality. let’s go to the beach and listen to tender by blur.