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2005-01-14 - 1:27 p.m.

ian was very grumpy this morning. sometimes it's mainly because he has to leave for a long night at work, preparing swanky food for their yuppy customers and i know he just wanted to---not go today.
he's very introverted. that's something i'm not used to. i surround myself with people who love to talk (me included, of course---christ, i never shut up) and in many occasions, he opts to keep quiet so he can just observe everything and possibly discuss it later, possibly not.
however, i try to read his face and see what he is thinking and sometimes i am off, miscalculating his happiness for sadness, his frustration with contentness. i just wish sometimes he'd just say what he was thinking, that's all.

'the big lebowski' is on television right now as i sit in my towel, dripping from the shower, procrastinating on getting dressed. last night we saw 'coffee and cigarettes' and it was actually quite enjoyable---i preferred three of the eleven short films: the one with iggy pop and tom waits; the one with the two british actor cousins(?); and the one with bill murray, of course.
natalie called me in the midst of getting ready to take a shower, and i'm going to manchester to meet her to hang out for a little while tonight.
it's amazing how you can go from reallyreally sick to reallyreally well and i'm trying to run around and do everything---for some reason i just woke up in an amazing mood.

i'm running with it, though, not gonna let this shit fade off without enjoying it.


prove me wrong.