transformation of hello. wash your hair in the shower. I’m doped up on doctor’s prescriptions so that I’ll sneeze less, and junk like that. the heart exam was painful once we got to the part where they had to put a syringe in my arm and they had to inject dyes, and they moved the needle around, agitating it, and conversed: “is this right? I don’t know if it’s right.” “I think you got it right, but try it more like this.” “oh, like this?” “yeah, like that.” “oh okay, let’s try that. let’s try again.”
me glaring at them. you can rip all the hair off my arm you want, just get the goddamn needle out!
saturday. now. cartoons. texts. Amélie with subtitles. thank you for this movie, late friday night inspiring me in heaps. hitchcock styles for miles.
a student attended our group sitting and asked us questions at the end, the significance of this and that. I mostly listened, threw out a couple things about bowing, how this is done in India, full prostrations, around lakes, uttering prayers.