some unusual stuff

Last night and the night before, we were woken up by something oddly terrible. It's someone yelling over and over again. Imagine if you yawn and you give that yawn-sound--imagine that sound but mournful, pained, and very, very loud repeated over and over again for five minutes straight. Then you will know the frightful thing that's woken us up two nights in a row.

Don't ask me what's going on. He seems to be on the street. It's mental illness or drugs that's making him decide to do this. Maybe tonight we'll close the window.

My lunch today with my friend was very good. I had a falafel sandwich and a side of baba ganoush. Tasty, light, and seemed healthful and veggie-laden. Conversation was good too. We liked eachother's shirts--I was in rainbow tie-dye, and she was in a green teeshirt with a picture of Buddha on it.

I'm really proud of myself for driving to midtown and back--no problem. I gave myself extra time and got there early. I was standing there reading the free paper, leaning against the wall, waiting for my friend, when a guy came by and said I blended in with the art that was painted on the wall and on the windows. He said I looked like I belonged there. I thought he was kinda nutty but said thank you.

I forgot to say that yesterday at the park, Erik and I looked into the creek and saw huge half-frog, half-tadpoles. They looked freaky in their in-between stage, spherical but with a tail and small legs.