one lone day off, the sun streams down as my laundry dries on the line. i'm drinking mushroom coffee, laced with potent herbs from netherlands. down at mission control the church blasts out eroz zeta, a sort of alternative universe to ziggy stardust, i love the sounds, the words. it's amazing. my neighbours must be getting sick.

much to do, domestics take priority, but i need to spend the next phase of the morning in the sun, soaking up some natural vibrations and enjoying the warmth while it lasts. i repot a large cacti, it's a lot of trouble but eventually i manage to do it successfully, although you would have to ask the plant how traumatized it is from the ordeal. everything feels right so i take some time out for a few hours.

strangely i have to replace my cutlery so i go on a shopping expedition,  picking up a few other things while i am there at the massive centre i usually avoid. everywhere people are bustling around me, the noise is irritating, the piped muzak disturbs my cellular memory and i find a way to accelerate my traverse through the mall. i certainly was never born to shop.

as afternoon is upon us i unwind, return to a few chores but nothing to ambitious, it's time to chillax, besides i can feel that hash cookie coming on.