Well hmmm...

I hope somebody gets something out of this, or at least reads this. Oh, who am I kidding, we mostly write for ourselves...I think.

Do you ever get so inspired by someone or something that you just melt into it?

Today I boarded myself up in my room and worked on making a rug and watched Andy Warhol films. I didn't go to class, didn't go out (except to get a 12 pack of Diet Coke from Seven Eleven). I kind of just want to stay here doing that for a while, maybe a week. Life continues on, though. It doesn't adapt to my little obsessions.

Life is a dream of Edie Sedgwick and unarmed ghosts. Poetry is a dream, too, I guess. I just find reality unfavorable at times.