I actually wrote in my pen-and-paper journal last night, if that can be believed. Pages. And a few of them, at that. My mind is sooo busy lately.

And yet, for a couple of days now, I've had this nagging feeling. Like something horrible is about to happen...or maybe already happened and I don't know it yet. This morning I realized I'd forgotten about something pretty important, but that seems to be relatively easy to rectify (and almost already is)...so I don't really think that's what it is.

I took my grandma shopping today. We both got some Easter clothes that we were both really pleased with, or at least I think we were both pleased. Almost assuredly that is the case. I actually bought a skirt. My first new skirt in...a long time. I can barely remember the last time I was excited about Easter clothes.


Still Life.

The weather in LA is really weird. One day it will be the smoggiest, most disgusting atmosphere, like the city is festering in suffocation. Then the rain will come and go and mountains will suddenly appear where before there was only funk.


Rain soaked.

This morning the mountains looked lush and full as I rose out of the valley. They looked like they would feel soft. Like the back of my nephew's head after getting a "buzz cut" when he was about three. Only massive. And green.



I talked to him for a couple minutes on the phone today. And he seemed smaller somehow. Maybe because his voice sounds so small and shy on the phone. Like he's intimidated. At least...I know I feel smaller when I'm intimidated.

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