first of all, it is not 3:34:50 at all. it is 12:44 a.m. and I am laptopping in bed, finishing up my clouded rucksack of email refuse (mostly) and contemplating joining the sleeping young man beside me in a bout of dreamfulness.

today, i was stressed but happy, concerned, but not overly so, fed, cleaned, dressed comfortably, existing in a state which could only be described as "mildly entertained." and that is just not so bad. the right amount of goofing off is needed to balance out the black ooze life sometimes allows to creep in under the floorboards.

speaking of, the only sighting of this so-called ooze occured at dinner time today when I was unfortunate enough to have revealed to me that I have been put on what amounts to a restraining order (a visitation schedule with a "call-first"

policy- heh I feel like a deadbeat dad or something) in regard to a certain house in which a friend of mine resides.

the mantra "give me a fucking break...give me a fucking break..." at 24, it is hard to believe that I have to deal with someone nearly ten years my elder- who cannot seem to reconcile adversity or conflict without crouching behind a variety of inconsistent and arbitrary rules, authorities, and institutions.

my mother offers: "you only have to tolerate that kind of ridiculous behavior for another 6 weeks, we all know how stupid the situation is- and you are allowing her to get your goat." the sunday afternoon wisdom of Lark. lately, she has been dead-on in all things.

in other news altogether, you'll be ambivalent to know i've been writing quite a bit- even without the shadow of the mfa program to haunt me into silence or illiteracy. No.

maybe I've finally found my rhythm.