mordicai caeli (mordicai) wrote,
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Secular & Inconsolable.


("Stonehenge at Night" by Harold Edgerton.)

On my lonesome ownsome I might be like, brittle & sharp. Jenny is the carbon alloyed into my iron to keep me from shattering sharp shards everywhere. I'm not really in a bad way, just a little bit my heart is in my throat. The black bird is struggling against my rib cage. Yesterday I came home & went to the gym for a half an hour. A half an hour! I had plans, which is why, but I wanted to keep rolling, you know what I mean? Going to the gym for thirty minutes is better than nothing, & since I didn't do any cardio I got a fair amount done, all things considered. Need to suck it up for tonight, too. Yeah, that is the ticket. Be gym-rat Mordicai, put some of this nervous energy to use. I only knocked out the tiny bit I did because I had supper plans with my tribe. I went over to Kira & Nino's apartment & we plotted our next move; when Kira suggested Ethiopian I jumped, I struck like a cobra, a viper, a rattlesnake. Yes, that is what I want; also Nino never had done? Somehow! So we walked down to Ghenet & got a spread of meats & lentils & the like! I had the "Tradewinds" cocktail, which had some tequila in it. I usually never want tequila, so that was odd. Nino had the same, & the honey wine, which-- like mead, you really only want a mouthful. Nino & Kira ran into a gym-cult buddy, & I thought I saw someone I knew in the restaurant, but I was probably mistaken, & either way, ask me if I give a damn! I don't; well, maybe a little. Old habits die hard, like old vampires. Afterward we walked up to their place again so I could grab the milk jug. It is nice to spend time with them; they are being integrated full-scale into my life, & that is pretty ace with me. Full-scale? Mega-scale! Maybe we'll even develop of communal True Blood season three viewing schedule. Then of course I got home & stayed up for another hour or so...because why go to sleep. Stupid. Then this morning I jumped out of bed & installed a new toilet seat! I broke the old toilet seat...with butt muscles. Or well anyhow, I broke it. The new one is on now though. Anyhow, I really should be getting back onto team "Jenny Lewis is not a P-Zombie" right now.
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