I drank an honest-to-goodness caffeinated beverage earlier, which means I am approaching 2am all wild eyed and ferocious.  

At the same time however, I spent a good part of the afternoon laying flooring and doing the splits in various attempts at keeping boards aligned so I’ve really just ensured that I will be wide awake to feel stiff and sore.

Had an interesting run in with a street person this afternoon. I was loading up the car with a bunch of rolls of carpet I tore up from my bedroom to take to the dump when I heard a voice addressing me.  I figured it was someone about to accuse me of trying to get rid of a body.

But no, it was a disheveled (and slightly inebriated) street person who came in very close to whisper some confidential information. He kept saying, “Met Life. Met Life. Don’t forget this. Met Life. Seaver’s your man. Tom Seaver. Seaver, you hear? Tom Seaver at Met Life.” 

It was interesting being pulled into his delusion. I wanted to connect the dots  for him between life insurance and ace pitcher Tom Seaver, who played for the New York Mets in the 70′s but he seemed in a hurry to get going.

-I haven’t been able to draw much in the last little while. It’s funny how I’ve come to rely on tumblr as a means of documenting my time. Finding those little snippets of life worth commemorating and setting them aside for some kind of posterity- one day is very much like the next in my world, and when I *can’t* come up with something it makes me feel as though I’m not quite… alive.

-I wonder if anyone has evidence of the very first time someone ever drew a skeletal rib cage full of flowers?  There’s an errant morning glory vine that has fought its way over my porch and into the flower bed in front of my house. The tenacity is impressive.  I feel certain that if ever there was a flower that could take over a rib cage, it would be the morning glory.

-It’s a Leonard Cohen kind of night, whatever that means.