Wednesday, May 23
Last night, mediocre margaritas, little plastic monkeys on the edge of each glass. Avocados and rain. Everything still green. Tall grasses, weeds, and subtle wildflowers everywhere around our house.
This morning, an enormous, greasy omelette at the Village Coffee Shop on Folsom. Disgust.
In the evening, long after everyone else has gone home, I sit in the office and read badly organized Wikipedia articles about the Sisters of Mercy, Norwegian Black Metal, Nazi occultism, Madame Blavatsky, and Rudolf Steiner.