focus, wench, focus!

god, it is good to be back.
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the trees are, as they say, a riot of color- apart from the ones with the floofy white flowers, glowing in the sun. work was fun, slow, too much caffeine, large dogs vomiting intractably, cats in heart failure, the tiny pug named peanut with pneumonia, the next 4 days off. my neighbors planted crocuses (croci?) on the hill behind the building, magenta obelisks surrounded by wintry dead things. and i am unshowered, wearing a cat-hair-covered sweater and too much frankincense oil, at the subdued and light-filled library, feeling very fucking content. i had brought 3 cds with me to alaska, not realizing that the rental was radio only (as previously stated; and, apart from the alice cooper show playing MOTHERFUCKING KING CRIMSON!!! the playlists in anchorage suck. badly. i heard 'run to the hills' multiple times- iron maiden is great, but not every time i turn on the hi-fi, and not when sandwiched 'twixt the likes of 'takin care of business' and 'crocodile rock.') and after being declined permission to play nektar in s's car (which i'd expected; she always hated nektar) i blared it last night on the way home from tacoma. 'desolation valley' warms my cockles. i drove around the curve of 1-5 and the seattle skyline came into view and i thought 'yes, this is where i am supposed to be.'
i miss the w clan like mad. i had forgotten how goddamn nice it is to have an actual friend, someone who knows my crap and tolerates me anyhow. i don't miss anything else about anchorage whatsoever. after 24 hrs i had seen enough. it would probably be different if i'd returned in, say, june. or if i hadn't been reacquainted with the bullshit/gossip/incest/aimlessness/same stories 6 years later-ness. or if i didn't have a pretty good thing going here. but i digress. it was really fucking wonderful to be there. overall.
and peggy's has the greatest fries i've had in i don't even know how long! bloody hell! they were fucking fantastic!