Sunday, September 27, 2009
Saturday, September 26, 2009
two young women. #1 is stage right, #2 is stage left. 1 is sitting upright in a bed with a headboard and footboard. she has cup of tea overflowing with steam next to her bed. 2 is sitting in a large clear plastic tub full of water in her underwear (though the tub is big, she should look cramped, her knees should be at her chest). they speak to each other through cans connected by a string. they should speak as though their connection is bad, yelling a bit. deerhunter's "twilight at carbon lake" plays at a low volume throughout.
1: i said, i’m sick. and i’m at home.
1: i’m sick.
1: no, flu-sick
2: i got homesick the other day. you know that pancake house on the corner, a block from where I live?
1: no. not really. (her mother enters, says “good morning” and leaves a plate with several pancakes on it on 1’s lap. 1 thanks her and the mother exits.)
2: it’s there and it’s got a big yellow sign. the Golden Nugget. a big golden sign. pancakes and waffles and open all day. it’s so beautiful to me. i wanted to see it the other day. i wanted to see it so fucking badly. and it was raining that day.
2: the day I got sick.
1: you’re sick too?
2: no, the day i got homesick. it was raining and foggy. (from 2’s side of the playing space, a person with a spray bottle begins to mist her.) like if you walked out the front door you were suddenly covered in mist. so I wanted to wear a heavy sweater and hold my cat. but my cat isn’t here. he wouldn’t like it here. i’m all wet. (Slosh, uncomfortably.) but i wanted to press my hands and cheeks against his warm body. and tea. i had a lot of tea that day. i was filling the cat void.
1: i’m having tea now.
2: good, good your voice sounds rough. (the misting stops.)
1: that’s the connection.
1: and I’m coughing.
1: and the connection.
2: listen you’re falling out. are you still there? i can’t hear your coughing. hey, feel better okay? drink a cup of tea for me. i’m so cold.
blackout. the music plays for a few more seconds then fades out.
i'm really tired. if i stay up much longer i'm just gonna eat all the oatmeal raisin cookies my mom sent me from home, which i received on thursday. finish this vanilla tea, and i'm out.
Friday, September 25, 2009
i made cinnamon rolls for breakfast,
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Sunday, September 20, 2009
Thursday, September 10, 2009
this morning, i went to unlock my bicycle which i had only locked up for the night eight hours earlier.
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
as i may have mentioned before, i went to the same school for jr. high and high school.
Friday, September 4, 2009
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
something to think about the next time someone asks you what your superhero power would be. or just something to think about.
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
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