I got a kitten. her name is banjo (credit to ted for coming up with the name). this tiny, furry thing is responsible for a lot of laughs in my life lately.

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I dream and try to call out for someone to wake me up. a hazy, shifty, wrinkled world, where my dog walks by and I look forward to warm snores as I call him into bed with me. followed by waking up, sinking and disbelieving as I remember: that life, intact, 471 miles away, twined and pruned. it sleeps with or without me. eerie, empty, disjointed, it taunts me in the middle of the night, tearing me across several states only to toss me back.
I sit up, put some eye drops in and promptly cry them back out.
sniffle, shift, sort, nod,
repeat.

so, I'm in the process of moving and left my camera charger at my old place. I'll retrieve it this weekend, but in the meantime all I have is iphone photos. These are of my new apartment (and the top photo is a housewarming gift I received)

april albums

anais mitchell: young man in america
battles: dross glop
bear in heaven: i love you, it's cool
jack white: blunderbuss
la sera: sees the light
lotus plaza: spooky action at a distance
m.ward: a wasteland companion
moonface: with sinaii: heartbreaking bravery
nuojuva: valot kaukaa
rufus wainwright: out of the game
spiritualized: sweet heart sweet light

Stephanie A's apartment

Benny

nate's visit

march

andrew bird: break it yourself
bowerbirds: the clearing
alex winston: king con
mike wexler: dispossession
the magnetic fields: love at the bottom of the sea
the chap: s/t
the shins: port of morrow
zammuto: s/t

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