i locked myself out of the house for the second time in two weeks today. i blame the cat for this somehow. now i’m at the GD library waiting to be rescued from myself. coincidence: i am reading The Jungle (am priming myself for There Will Be Blood by getting up on my Upton Sinclair) and the scene i was on when i locked myself out is the scene (well one of the scenes) wherein Jurgis is homeless on teh freezing streets of Chicago trying to get his shit right. It’s like my life is a slant rhyme. except i was only outside for abotu 10 minutes total and i treated myself to mexican food and a coffee and feel pretty good. actually i’m a bit too warm and might take my coat off in a minute. whatever.