i'm really excited about jung's red book.

i drank coffee at around 9pm and the result is that it's 7am and i'm still awake. i even watched dirty dancing. but this is the glory of friday night: you take a nap around sundown, drugged into submission by the gloaming twilight and weekend relief settling upon the city. and then when you wake up a couple of hours later, you go over to sugarlump just before they close, and some familiar barista makes you an adequate espresso. and maybe you get a day old pastry. and it's like a second morning, the night of peace stretches ahead of you like day stretches ahead of morning people.

my wallet and camera walked off a few weeks ago, most likely they were pinched, but who knows, it is a mystery. so, i am camera-less, which is hard during this season of excellent skies. and, i am quite missing my trusty old used rubber wallet which had served me well for perhaps longer than a decade. it had strata of talismans layered in its billfold and pockets, including a picture of kali that i got in australia, my NYPL and Brooklyn library cards, and some other secret things no one will ever know about. released, into the aether. it'll all go, won't it?

what else? i don't know. all i've done since september began is make websites, look at my bank accounts, and have troubling social interactions. there was a very tumultuous stressy couple of weeks in there but i'm feeling quite peaceful now. i believe i say something similar to that every third week. "well it was bad for a couple of weeks but i love everything now." well it was. and i do.