2007-03-25 - 6:09 p.m.
Fyodor is a cute rat. I was touched when he learned to trust me enough to climb onto my hand. The sensation of his trusting little limbs crawling all over my arms and neck has made me happier than I've been in ... I don't know how long.
I am still avoiding all sorts of real life things. Trying to create a fluffy, sterile environment. It is kind of like shoving myself into a bottle of pills that has cotton inside of it.
Sometimes I feel like writing poetry but everything is one smooth flat plain and there is nothing to ruffle up queer rhythms in the flatline of my consciousness.
