tonight, I get distracted. I'm reading brave new world backstage, and, thinking of soma and scent machines, forget to preset cambio's tutor costume. risher tells me it's not a big deal, it's just theatre. nobody's dead, he says.

on the blue line shuttle I'm surrounded by couples, and struggle with my cart by myself. a man sits, facing me, reading the dictionary.

I count the hours on my fingers and don't regret spending my laundry money on a cocktail.

ash @ 2:01 AM