all i want to do these days is listen to loreena mckennitt.
so that's what i'm doing.
loreena mckennitt, to a backdrop
of projects.

dear universe,
YOU ARE SO FUNNY.
i love it.
love you.
c.

dear chelsea,
what do you think this is?
a hendricks project?
hi time?
if you're not being serious, i don't want to hear it.
lc.

dear lorna,
what would you think if my portfolio was written half upside down this year?
would you be okay with that?
i think it would really benefit the project.
hope you're enjoying your reading week.
best,
c.

yesterday i panicked a little about long-term finances.
yesterday my card was the ace of pentacles.
yesterday i wished for prosperity, and then
literally everything i needed in the world was marched into my house in boxes, for free.

DON'T WORRY, it says.
i've gotcha. for alwayz.
(ok.
i trust you.)

thanks, universe.
thanks, em vee.
love you.

i learned a lot of things today, one of which being that i am still capable of disappearing four hours of evening after yoga by doing art and making meals and, you know, living.
sorry, school. this is the truth of the situation. and i know. it's sad. for you.

hi chelsea.
just thot i'd remind you that the semester is two thirds over and it's winter now.
give me a call back when you get a chance; we have some things to discuss.
love,
the universe.

message from the universe:
how best to prepare for winter:
catch a common cold.
(get some rest, chelsea)

this is what a sick cat has for dinner:
five mugs of tea
four fingers of ginger
three cloves of garlic
two leaves of steamed kale
one salmon filet

cat would like to go to sleep but cat is not sleeping.
cat will try to edit workshop poems in bed, in stead
but i don't know. it's a slow go.
(thanks, m. dar none
for nothing)

ok chels.
fuck.
start preparing for winter.

nostalgia for your sandals is of no use at this particular moment.

bye, midterms.
bye.

in other news,
apparently i don't eat dinner anymore?
o well?

superego says:
see, chels?
going to class isn't so bad.
now you can go downtown and buy prayer flags and go see gian and then come home and do your homework and not feel guilty about hendricks.
feels good, right?
id says:
ya. i know. you're right.

i am homesick for july.
i am getting no work done.
the poem i'm trying to edit is the most alienating in the batch.
i wonder what substitute steve will say about this tuesday.
and if i read one more page of my art history text book i will almost certainly lose my faculty of language.
kapoof.

i know i know
whine whine whine.
the tiny violins.

but it really says something about something when the only work i'm actually doing this early in the semester is for bh.

beep beep
poem coming thru

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last weekend during wisdom teeth T-3 recovery time i went to a meditation retreat at an oceanside log cabin with a bunch of middle-aged women and a tibetan monk and the monk told us a wise thing: if you're repeatedly distracted by something while you're meditating, meditate on that instead.