Dehydrated Exhilaration

saturday 30 october

a slightly euphoric drained sensation resides in my veins. Or maybe it's in the breathing in. I feel cradled by some benevolent satya, like I'm in the crook of an insubstantial arm. Rehearsal went from 10 - 4, would you countenance, el manic/manichaeo is so far inside the glass box the reason that he can't hear the sun cannot be explained by young-at-heart physics teacher. The lines of communication were on fire today; working overtime to connect and to challenge and to ask and to encourage and to soothe. The beast was unbeastlike so our attempts might just have effects over time. Numerous sleeps might evince some conception of how we might proceed. We want to proceed with directorial input. The true proportions of the beast are constrained like those supermangled watermelons. Tell me I don't want to teach English in Japan. The glass will only go if we wish hard enough and we will only wish if we all feel it. In short, I am kwisha'd by working 5 ways at once while deferring to the fat controller. And he yelled at his nearest support. So anyway she knows what she's doing, she's in it for her. Quite like her now.
ThenI had starbucks with mum.
How many countries have a starbucks franchise? Do the American embassies have little starbucks cells in their clubs? The freakiest aryan nation epitome would be starbucks available on missile launch vessels. Ow that hurts like a hammer in the elbow.
Maybe when sleep comes it will be regenerative. The night before last, something happened in the world, that hasn't been reported on bbc yet, but I woke up and it was cold and something in the world has stopped.