well, it's friday night. it's just me here. r.'s dogsitting. i don't even feel any ghost cats around. just me and the silverfish, and the hurricane wind. today i got from the ashes by sara jaffe, the united states governed by six thousand despots by john swanson jacobs, and my lesbian novel by renee gladman. also the film mambar perrette by rosine mbakam. and leftovers. i been eating the same giant bowl of pasta for three days now. i feel like i'm not expressing myself well lately. it's ok, though, really. i wonder what a gif is. it looks fun.