what happened to this day? daylight savings time messes with my head, I thought it was afternoon until about 7:30 PM.

after excessive friendship today and this evening, tonight has been scan-tastic, and will hopefully continue to be font-tastic. T minus 6 days until my typeface / poster / presentation is due.

I told my friend as I was leaving the computer lab that I'll be up until my eyes won't stay open anymore. at this point I don't know how long that will be. I was considering brewing a pot of coffee, but my body already feels shot to hell and more caffeine and less water would definitely not be beneficial right now. though I would love love love to get in five or six more hours of work tonight. I've been a slacker since last week, i have time to make up for.

lovely night air. driving home, my van displayed a temperature of 63°, and that feel so cool and right. the DJ at the college station was playing Van Morrison, and the music seemed to match the quality of the air. I love when music and weather compliment each other, there are so many metaphorical connections between those two anyway.

[somehow the air tonight reminds me of a monday night in rome when we smoked small cigars on the tiny porch of our bathroom, four of us crowded into that space and feeling the quiet and passing the cigar. nice stuff.]

fun day. and tonight everything felt right, Max and I sitting in my kitchen with the windows open listening to Rent and talking about this summer, then going to the design building and hearing stories of good concerts and the planning of elaborate heists. these are the things I'll be sad to see go at the end of this summer.

and I'm thinking a lot about memory, too. it's funny the things you remember about a person when they're gone: the way they drink coffee from a mug, the texture of their hair, the tone of voice in a word or phrase, the uniqueness of a gesture. I like to think of my brain as a huge filing system like an old library card catalog, and I can visually picture myself opening these drawers and placing individual memories inside, noises and pictures and feelings that I can thumb through later on.

anyway. I'm feeling pleasant and ready to work again. downloading folky songs and being happy in general.

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