good grief, things. things, oh things. nothing seems to come out right anymore. mute.

just finished reading a farewell to arms and i'm drinking vermouth in tribute. oh dear catherine, you would have made a wonderful wife! we truly do not get too many breaks in life. ants in a fire. we're born alone and we'll die alone. each of us.

between reading the rest of that and watching six feet under a few hours ago [ which i rented because the tapes are out now and it's a wonderful series, despite its hbo affiliation ] i'm in a pretty quiet mood. but i guess it's a good mood. catherine made me happy these last couple of days. i wish she were real!

another vermouth?