fatima returned my 'fundamentals of thought' scientology text-book earlier this morning. on facebook i see that since yesterday clinton is in a relationship - i'm happy for him but feel a slight sense of loss. we're out of touch for a long time.

evening, i'm watering the small food garden behind the kitchen. turtle-doves are hooting on the rooftops. i like listening to prince's "pink cashmere" at sunset, with the clouds lit up pink. a 3 quarter moon hangs in the sky to the north. remarkably strange wind tunnel effect when a low flying jet zooms overhead. i haven't appreciated how beautiful the twilight turning to moonlit night can be. the cats are acting very familiar. claudia & i sit & stare at the moon.

like 'ugly betty' i'm also in relationship limbo with a non-existent sex life. 'swingtown' ends tonight - i love the theme song - cute.

i trim & patch the faux-fur, reject sample jacket. all my life i've worn patched samples like a home-made frankenstein. it's doused in cappuccino extract essential oil - if i scent it with musk the dogs in the street'll start barking after me again. it's very peacock but a little hunterly - i dislike 'hercules' on tv for kevin sorbo not draping lion fur.