i'm complaining because i cant watch a movie cause at&t's connection keeps flashing on and off and i should read anyway i'm too tired to read or watch or even sleep my head just feels like a wad of sodden cotton wool. mister can sleep and spreads out by the bed and whines softly in a dream, his orange bone and blue ugly doll at his feet. 
i think i'm going to dump david lynch, it's kind of hagiographically boring. o i'll skim on through. sheil heti's mother is waiting for me, and neil degrassi tyson's astrophysics for people in a hurry, but i these may be quickly dispatched too, i think i hear living in the world as if it were home calling me. i'm rambling forgive me. i spend a lot of time alone with non-verbal entities. i started out to say i saw a kid, tiny, with a big head in a helmet in a stroller pulled up to watch the pointers play ball. i thought it was some awful hole in the cranium or severe autism but the kid was beaming like a small sun in there, and his mom's a behaviorist and discovered his head was flat from riding on her back. i wondered what that might do to behavior but she said she discovered it earlier than her other kid, who i think she said did have some trouble. i never thought of that, but don't a lot of indigenous people carry kids on their back? still rambling. why don't i give up when i'm tired. i wonder how my mom carried me? the back of my head feels strange now, like taut, and the front feels like a slab of cartilage.