cimorene

i wake up after a little nap and it's gray and dark like nighttime everywhere, this cold breeze blowing in and it really looks like tornado weather. i heard thunder, so i'm guessing not tornado weather per se. jerry asked me if i'd ever done any babysitting when, in fact, i babysat for him last summer. at first i was a bit nervous about replying but i said yes first and then, 'i babysat for you last summer,' and he said 'i know.' er. um. okay? and then this phone call from an la dude who called me 'sweetheart.' i think it was an inquiry about my dad's little sf poetry zine, but what happened in practice was that he left a web address and a long-distance phone number. it's so hard to say to these people, 'he's not going to go,' or 'he won't call long-distance,' or 'he's not going to solicit submissions.'

made some cookies that are mediocre now, but the batter was the best. my stomach is upset. what's your favorite rap song?