27... if 6 were 9... 69

this week, I tell ya. oh January. 

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Beethoven's wearing carrot-pants! 

the squatter lairs on 12th & John. 

the dying schefflera. the Internet offers conflicting causes: too much/not enough light, too much/not enough water. it's not root rot, at least. after I took this I plucked all the yellow leaves whilst telling it positive things about its planty self, so hopefully it'll start fucking thriving again, the jerk. 

at my workplace. this makes me really happy. 

the 'Pants. 

today was sunny. I rented a zipcar for a celebratory houseplant run and listened to the radio for the first time in years. I know, U2 = minivan-uncool, but "with or without you"  came on and there's something about that song, driving alone on a sunny day and already distracted by all sorts of poignant weird thoughts, that's just like nnnngggghh. I sang along, loud as fuck.  it's a song I always forget I know every single moment of. 

after that I got stuck in construction traffic to "you spin me right round."