i have an interview at the hammer tomorrow and all i can think about is frank o'hara. wishful thinking, of course.
i finished what we talk about when we talked about love by raymond carver today. i liked it but i have the feeling that next week i'll have forgotten i read it. a couple of summers ago, after seeing a book i had read but forgotten about in a bookstore, i started to list all of the books i read and what i thought of them. it didn't last very long. maybe i should start again.
it's been disgustingly hot lately and i hate it. this winter was colder than it's been in a long time and i had completely forgotten what heat felt like. now it's back and i'm pissed.
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