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Say goodbye on a night like this
Jul. 4th, 2003 02:23 amStaring down the barrel of the big Disconnect. Work still frustrating and making it harder to care. And pretty much not caring. I want to get the dishes done and the house cleaned and a bunch of other stuff before the housemate gets home. But instead I sit on the couch and poke at whatever is within reach and doesn't require much effort.
Unsatisfied and restless, but also listless and lazy. And eating crap, which I know isn't helping.
But on the upside, if there's absolutely nobody on the road then driving is tolerable. I took Amy's copy of the Utah Saints album out for a drive in the collection of industrial parks between 101 and the bay at about 20 mph.
The sky was dark--rich blue at the skyline darkening up to black, and getting blacker as the light bled away. The moon was a thin crescent, but you could still see the suggestion of the rest of the satellite even though it was in the shadow.
A single star hung directly below, like the only pearl on a string.
The heat of the day had been blown away by the breeze off the ocean. All the customers were upstairs or on the bus. As were all the employees. I could pretend I was alone on the tarmac. It was the good moment of the day.
Things that confused me #742: Bram Stoker's Dracula by Fred Saberhagen
I have no idea what the cats are doing, or which one it is that's doing it, but somebody keeps making a disconcerting noise, like things being knocked off of other things.
Unsatisfied and restless, but also listless and lazy. And eating crap, which I know isn't helping.
But on the upside, if there's absolutely nobody on the road then driving is tolerable. I took Amy's copy of the Utah Saints album out for a drive in the collection of industrial parks between 101 and the bay at about 20 mph.
The sky was dark--rich blue at the skyline darkening up to black, and getting blacker as the light bled away. The moon was a thin crescent, but you could still see the suggestion of the rest of the satellite even though it was in the shadow.
A single star hung directly below, like the only pearl on a string.
The heat of the day had been blown away by the breeze off the ocean. All the customers were upstairs or on the bus. As were all the employees. I could pretend I was alone on the tarmac. It was the good moment of the day.
Things that confused me #742: Bram Stoker's Dracula by Fred Saberhagen
I have no idea what the cats are doing, or which one it is that's doing it, but somebody keeps making a disconcerting noise, like things being knocked off of other things.