02.07.02 - 2:14 pm

the heat permeates me. lunch was an event, three sandwiches with grilled mushrooms and zucchini and goat cheese spread. good god. i almost died.

it's 97 degrees out there. peter is here. he's antsy. i love him. everyone loves him. he's giving away cigarettes. he's totally popular, man. but he's antsy, he needs to be moving around, he's excited. i am hot, i want to sit still.

someone in my dept left unexpectedly. i have been asked to fill their position and stay through the end of september. ok. i said ok. i get to live in a room now, instead of a tent, and i get paid, and i work 10 extra hours a week. i get to be here for a long time.

when i told my boss laura (spritely, ice blue eyes, white bleached cropped hair) that i would stay, i said, i think i could exist here, effortlessly, for an extended period of time. i feel that way.

back in san francisco, the messes left behind begin to grow roots. rent issues, tax debris, a sad lonely scooter, a fat white cat. i miss san francisco. i really do. the return will be postponed, but how sweet it will be.

this means, most likely, no burning man. that's the saddest loss i think.

i have sweat so much that there is salt on my shirt where the sweat dried.

new york city over the weekend. aquarian poets, bottles of port, pissing in the street in brooklyn. navigating a car full of insane air signs over the triboro bridge, and succeeding. peter's arrival.

my boss hovers in need of computer. more soon.