justin is at home playing video games. the one with the shoot-'em-up head blow-offs. bassie is under the side table on his sheep bed, eyes darting from one nothing in particular to another. justin isn't looking at bassie but knows where he is in the room at all times. the video game is turned up really loud. once there was a hailstorm at justin's house and it felt apocalyptic. it was gone as quickly as it came. justin will be in bed in about 45 minutes and might have some goopy candy first. today he joked about masturbating in a bathroom stall but instead did it at home in his office. there was a copy of pynchon on the desk and a small black notebook but neither of these had anything to do with it. it took about 2:32.
kevin is smoking a cigarette on the sofa. it's like a loveseat. he's watching TV but there is a copy of chris' and buck's book in his lap. he's flipping through the channels and his hand is shaking a little bit. the ashtray is black and there are two butts in it. he's thinking about rolling one and listening to the apples in stereo before bed. he will probably be in bed around 11:30. WAIT! no. kevin is watching the sabres game! he's at someone's house. his two weird friends in that one photo booth photo. they're a little bit tipsy. kevin's drinking yuengling. he's doing an impression of someone obnoxious and his knees are jutting out wide apart. today at work he threw away two post-it notes worth of work. he went on a date a couple nights ago but he didn't judge her. they messed around. why not? luckily that blog post involving brushing his glans with a cigarette was, although true, more of a joke than something truly injurious. today kevin ate some kind of wrap but tonight he's eating pizza.
adam is at home with kat in their new apartment. there are maybe three boxes left to unpack. it's weird because although she was gone, it feels like before now that she's back. there's a potted plant in the corner but it's kind of brown. they're eating some kind of stir-fry and they just took a bath. the books are on the stereo. the lighting isn't that great--the kitchen light is on but it's kind of yellow and in the winter will be a lot more depressing than it is right now. today adam had meetings, including one at lunch, but it was with jgp and jon lee and they joked around a lot about something to do with specific types of anime (i didn't get it). adam will probably be in bed with kat around 12:30 but they'll have sex until 1:12 or so.
ryan is eating a snack. he's trying not to sit back down at the computer but doesn't really have anything else to do, so he does. then he gets back up because he's listening to peter gabriel but is so sick of it. so he puts on iron and wine instead, even though he's kind of sick of that too. now he's sitting on the couch and turns the TV on. ryan has cable. he switches to the animal planet because he sees an image of a praying mantis and they are so beautiful and weird. it's a show about the world's most extreme maters. i saw a female praying mantis eat the head of a male on my brother's window screen when i was about four, and my dad was there. ryan's first animal memory has to do with a frog--a toad, to be exact. he's preturbed about his day yesterday and worried about sleeping tonight, although really he's been sleeping fine, and when he gets in bed around 1am will fall asleep within 4 minutes. his last falling-asleep image will have both a dragonfly and a room-sized computer in it, and someone who's supposed to be an old girlfriend but looks more like this other woman from the news.
molly is in bed chewing on her springy, rubber chewy thing and she has a green wooden peg in her hand. she's drifting off; she just had a little seizure but no one knew about it (not even her). today she ate half of her french toast at school and swung on the swingset for about 2.5 hours tonight. she's a little stressed out because her parents put a clear plastic shelf over the VCR and DVD player so she couldn't push all the buttons until they break any more. today she really liked that song on her tape player that goes, "cousins, cousins, here come the boys, bedlam, mayhem, noise noise noise."
my parents are getting ready for bed. my dad is already in bed. his hands are behind his head and the covers are pulled up over his chin. he's rubbing his feet together and it sounds so crusty. my mom is in the bathroom clearing her throat and running the water. her new tooth thing feels strange in her mouth. the replacement tooth will happen next week. she's wearing pajamas that are pink and thin; a tank top and some pants that look like you could wear them during the day. she flushes the toilet and walks out into the pitch-dark room with so much more confidence than i could ever muster because her rods and cones adjust really fast. my dad is already snoring.
i'm procrastinating studying for my final in the morning because i think i'm pretty great and don't have to really study, or because, almost unbeknownst to myself, i am sabotaging my plan for nursing school because i feel like it wasn't my idea, or wasn't a fully-formed idea. then i remember that i'm never sure of myself and never commit to any idea, or un-commit later. but i'm not really sabotaging it. so there. i imagine that i am imagining i'm in the beach shack i always imagine, which has something to do with strange death or calm. waving beach grasses, gray cloudy sky, can't tell the time of day. waiting for someone to come home. pensive but not good or bad. this sounds so generic but it's really a place i think about, i swear, which i've not invented but also never visited. it has to do with the way i will feel when i find them again.