2004-01-14 
 

mailing anastasia

Interesting that you should write me about Spalding Gray. G just mentioned it last night and we got into an odd convo which I heard like this....

G: Did you hear Spalding Gray's missing?
M: Umm....no...he sounds familiar...who is he?
G: You know, the actor swimming to Cambodia
M: From?
G: New York.
M: (disbelieving) He is not!
G: Yes he is, it's in the news!
M: Why would anyone do that?
G: Disappear?
M: Swim all that way!

Yes, I can be a lunkhead sometimes. I never saw STC but I have seen other things he's been in.

ANYway. I'm feeling the winter right now. I'm trying to live in the moment, but find myself obsessing about it in a way that's not very healthy. I'm self diagnosing myself as a minor depressive, but I don't want to get help. I'm afraid of losing myself if I start taking an antidepressant. I just need more sunlight and a nice GnT in my hand. I keep remembering a moment in time from the White Party several years back where I was sipping on some fruity drink and laying in the sun with a bunch of friends, all of us quietly grooving and letting the trailmix do its business.

Where's my Golden Ticket?

In other news:

He rolled over and hugged the pillow to himself, breathing in the light scent of product and sweat that permeated it. In the absence of his lover, it would have to do.

Note: G and I are fine. It's just something that came to me last night as I was computer widowed.

Ruminating on: The importance of siblings. Familial and otherwise.

Hmmm. I think you just helped me write a blog entry. Thanks!

Labels: dose of mikey, g, spirit, writing

* posted by me at 7:28 PM

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