I was going to write a couple things in here over the past week and didn't get around. One was about how I was in a supermarket, talking to a friend over the phone about sex and death among other things, and it felt really jarring, that I was there, but also pretty much right. The supermarket is kind of the perfect environment in which to talk about death making you nervous, because of the demented ordinariness of the supermarket. And, right, that's the crazy thing about death?

So I didn't know how to make that an entry, and it still sounds weird in the not cool way, huh?

Then the other thing, it's easy, alls it was was:
Incredibly, sometimes I forget that a peacock lives at a house on my way to work. Then some morning he'll come out to the street to watch the cars go by.

I have 4 more days at that place, that school.