"then cool, cold fields of snow..."

Trying to slow myself down, shifting actions to slow waves of the hand. A Butoh flitting.

To elucidate...Instead of leaving work and rushing home ("rushing" gets me home in about half an hour by bike - my apartment is roughly 5 miles from Pinball), I decided to stop by my favorite grocery, Sheridan, on the way home and buy fresh eggs, three proud members of the cabbage family (broccoli, broccoli rabe or rapini, and my personal favorite, if only because I'm a sucker for miniatures, the more effete broccolini), a pound of sauerkraut, and the bare necessities that I manage to live on when I'm not cooking something fancy: soba noodles, broth, curry, coconut milk, tofu, rice pasta (I don't know why I try...gluten is still winning this battle), a head of cabbage (I obviously don't discriminate when it comes to the Brassicaceae family), and a pint of what has to be the best soy ice cream ever made (Soy Delicious Chocolate Peanut Butter, fruit-sweetened).

Going to the grocery store after work certainly isn't overhauling any major social paradigms, but for a thoroughbred Virgo who tends to map out every hour of her day not only in a written day planner, but also color-coded in iCal, there isn't much room for contour lines. And when I do stray into the margins, it is a fairly note-worthy, even phenomenological, affair. Someone insert a comment about Situationism here: [_____________________]. Someone teach me about The Open.

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The weather says it's 57 degrees out, but my apartment is freezing, and I'm bundled up like it's already winter, in this over-sized, mottled wool coat that I found on the free porch last night after that glass of champagne (err, "sparkling wine") at Moloko. All of its buttons are missing. It's probably from Wet Seal or Forever 21, but whatever. I see it as a favorable portent, because I was listening to Patti Smith's "Free Money" on my headphones yesterday as I was walking to SCRAP, and indeed, she sent me the free money. I'm also wearing this really ugly, baggy Reggaeton hat that I forgot I had, but you know, I live alone and can dress like a bum on a Monday night if I want. This isn't Sex and the City. A little later on, I might even drink directly from the soy-milk container, so how do you like that?

I'm trying to keep the cat positioned on the bloodless canals of my feet, which never seem to warm up. I'm wearing some of those socks that are more like gloves for your feet. See Toe Socks. I also like the idea of "secret socks."

Speaking of, living alone is amazing and worth every penny of the $550 a month that I spend (all my friends in the big cities collectively cackle).

Best thing I've seen all day:

I took a Klonopin to quell my muscle contraction headache, and now I'm droopy.

G'night.