08.11.02 - 3:02 am

barrie is asleep on the futon in the living room, next to a half-read book about archetypal psychology. she's one of the few piscean dreamers in my life, and i know that i'm doing something right with myself when i start to find more pisces people. i feel like they are living secret lives underwater, and when i stumble across them, i am in the right places.

megs is working on peter's computer, editing a million photos of herself that we took tonight amongst many giggles. she's trying to score some modeling work. it's such a vulnerable feeling to have to submit photos of yourself to people - we took a lot of different pictures of her from the back, each one successively more acceptable until finally we were exhausted and had framed her ass as nicely as possible.

gage and ross came by for dinner and then left again. yoko gets in and out of the box.

i realized today that it's very important for me to take care of my spirit during this deluge of humans in my home. i am very much part of this group of people and there isn't room for me to become tired or cranky with them - it's too important. i need to be sure and enforce my alone time and my space, as the population in my home grows. and i need to go wander alone, visit trees, and just generally embrace the silence that means so much to me. most other things will fall into place, if i do this.