this evening

pleasant afternoon on the heels of a rather icksome morning. full of productivity, but icksome nonetheless. afternoon of watching artgirl create a masterpiece at one of our favorite watering holes. afternoon of futzing about and reading the multitudinous catalogues that somehow found their way here today. afternoon of pirated episodes of sex and the city...evening of sunset and cigarette on the roof with newroommate. and, naturally, plenty of worrying in there hither and thither about whether i'd left anything horrendously important unfinished in the office before i bolted today. naturally.

this world we live in is so...mindbending sometimes. it's so big and so small and rarely feels as though it fits right...either gasping for air or radiating photonically. we only get glimspes of the divine in those small windows of time that we never expect, lining up like the vents in the subway...and my roof with a friend at 78 degrees, well, that just works for me.

in other news... someone today added themselves to the list of people who seem to think that my last name doesn't suit me at all. the way he put it: "Hmm, never knew your last name was Harris. Seems too plain for someone

with

as much spunk as you have."

hm. okay then. the masses have spoken. we're now accepting suggestions for what my last name is actually supposed to be.