nature is a small town snoring this morning.
i'm to go be a persian elder in the presidio today and won't be home til evening.
mood terrible here. i went to a spectacular reading last night but was assailed afterward by evidence of the patriarchal privilege, in the form of my many young men friends' [and the male-identified women who top the rest of us alongside them] hyper-articulate discourse. it's enough to put you to bed to nature.
i'd like some watermelon juice, if you get around to it.