yesterday i tried to make this post a journal entry, but it looks weird over there. also, it had such a downer tone, i couldn't stand it. front ideas, front consciousness, front page!

the big city weekend was fun and relaxing. i met a dizzying three killoggs heads! evan and michelle were loving hosts, albeit busy bees. there was something about their dishrack that was so awesome, and their cat, too, despite a lazy distaste for me (me, friend to cats!). kiche was knowledgeable about beautiful community gardens and a nicely dark bar with a big open front, populated by men who could have just crawled up out of the sea. i saw the statue of liberty from a distance, and i realized how lovely the idea of an off-shore monument is. are there any more?

i discovered in a visceral way josh's poor sense of direction. its so cute, how he goes off in some nutty way, so confident! i'm going to buy him a compass.

a couple hours into being home, i discovered i'd been fired. i suppose it isnt important why, and any talk about it is useless now, so i'm looking towards a future of solar winds and bright nebulae, world-studded creamy spirals and mysterious propulsions. forward, outward!

on the physical plane, i'll surely search through jobs no one on killoggs can relate to.

i am going back to school in less than a month. i'm not a complete waste of life, if i can still learn.

so my journey into beyond begins. i'll shower with the all-one, and rake my mind's unruly ocean city into an austere zen garden. also i'm going to buy some new shoes, or a nice new slip, because i deserve it, all that i deal with. a birthday present, for my dearest taurus, maybe! my life surely is open without the threat of employment, and i am pleased with that, at least.