a mostly goodhearted thirty year old lady who lives in a land where it's winter half the year. starlings nest in the soffit along the side of my house and mourning doves roost under the roof above of my door stoop. i fall in love all the time.
so, this happened last night. apparently i’ve listened to the music tapes on my computron twenty thousand times since january first, twothousandandnine. i’d guess a lot of those listens happened when i spent between four and five months of twothousandandnine being desperately sick. i’m fairly certain i listened only to the music tapes when i was dying of pneumonia in march and april of that year, since it is possible that i actually picked up aforementioned pneumonia from julian (although i am fairly certain it was actually the flu i had in february, but mutated, or something i picked up on the bus from maine to massachusetts, or on the t), and it’s really nice to fall feverishly to sleep listening to julian sing or brian dewan tell stories.