Molly, please go to bed

I must send myself to bed. I am absolutely not going anywhere. The moon is v/c and I am unable to get anything done. Go to the radio station to record my IP? Work on Fred's book? Clean up all the s*it I have laying around the house finally? I am so useless tonight. Well, I did accomplish one good thing tonight namely , as the honorary first person to read *Gden's Submarine THE SIXTH, I noticed a little mess-up. Dope, she left a page out and repeated one. (The missing 5th page!) Now no-one will know that the helicopter landed! see, and here I thought the characters were submerging themselves under water, when really they were descending from a helicopter. The *Gden handled it remarkably well. "that's ok" I'll just add in the page, print more,"
She is such a remedier. remediating everything. She is a good-sport unfailingly.
So I accompanied her to Kinkos as I needed to get out of the house. I sat at the wired wash cafe and as usual that cup of coffee unwired me and let me finally put my eyes on Fred's book tonight. i'm strung up because i'm letting go of my show and i can't deal with this fact.
but here is my intention:
to spin, and we've got two turn tables at 327 market so let's get to it.
and #2; to save money and energy, and voice. i think it's time to turn in. and for once I"m listening to my intuition. Wow, this decompress thing is so cool, I finally found again after quitting second job. I'm finally home in my body and I want more of me. To Molly land for me.and all these boys i feel like i'm in some submarine that is not mine. i have just adventured with new jersey boy, then old crush Latin boy, then old crush #2 pseudo-italian boy, then potter boy, then pachoolee cheezy hippy boy was enough. and here there is one boy that sticks dear in my heart and he does not call me.
i love my housemates and my home for once so much, *Gden and the T/beast. The T /beast gets me in my girl mood, and we mark any conversation with this sauce and the neck action and checking you out checking me out checking you checking me, with kisses and pats, and all that girlfriend biz. she came with me to Ross today to try to find something to mark my room and make it bootiful, this made me so happy that she came with. then we went to Burger King, it was sooo good, sooo long. i felt at home.
Then with *Gden we are always both busy-bodies doing unusual things and I think we both like to visit each other doing our unusual projects and tings and we make little comments to each other. There she will get all productive and industrious in her room and I hear that type-writer going and I always coming plunking myself in her room "whATCha doing zee *gDen?" and she tells me of this her next genious grande escapade/ then i go oooooo." I like to come touch her rubber, the piles of tire rubber that is, that is becoming purses and wallets. And I really do feel at home when *Gden is in the house. We seem to get inspired by each other playing the piano. She'll play for six minutes, then I'll play for five minutes, and neither of us sit on the bench for long but we come out of the room. Sound is so good in the home. And she has been super supportive of the "Big G" as she calls it, coming into my life.
When IDM is stringing me out till 3 am and I'm all in minor chords and strange tempos. i'm running out of gusto, where am I? on some Boards of Canada, and in the delayed timing of DJ Krush. Give me those Technics 1200. and i pray i can be in the Gang with Nick and Leor for the show the BRoken Toy Contraption, the guest DJ.