we haven’t got all night

where the river tells you to turn

upstream, the rangers

they are weary of

waiting:

patience, lust, bellinis.

ugly

cramps.

I ran out of my prescribed pills and have to settle for Midol.

I didn’t end up doing 3 hours on my readings last night – more like 90min. But I’ve got a good grasp of the middle section of Meno, and I’ll make some notes tonight – after I drown myself in soup.

UPDATE: no soup at home. had steamed salmon instead. feeling like shit