my sister just sent me a music mix, and i love it, and i love her, and it makes me feel so happy and privileged to have music given to me. plus, there was a stellar hilarious cover for the mix that i know was made by the brolaw because he has super collage-powers (and if i'm wrong on cover authorship, the sis can [and will] flog me on that one).

in the meantime, i continue to trickle away at The Project. don't know what to say about The Project, other than it continues. And that, i've decided, it will not be complete... only printed... at the end of the semester. so, now it comes down to deciding what shall be part of The Printed. every day is charted in its determination, but so many factors... including the whole must-find-job press that presses and is so differentiated from what i care about that it takes most precedence in my dreams, which have been about The Project, sand, jobs, not doing work, and family friends everything trickling in, leaving only the question of why i'm so invested in something i understand as only an inconstruction subway on the way back and forth.

i'm rather tired. if i had a job, i'd be ready to be out of this, just so i could stop printing and continue writing. but the music/friends, in meantime, are like an accidental splash of color against black and white.