hammock endless desire i swung on my hammock today after i ate dinner until i threw up. i knew i could get myself sick but i don't want to keep putting my fingers to my throat because i know how you hate that. i figured i could always blame this on the fact that i wasn't sure if i'd really get sick or not. it worked. i felt accomplished. sickeningly accomplished. this really needs to end. 030610 ... jane we've talked about spending a cooled summer afternoon, laying inevitably close in a hammock, with beers, with our eyes shut, half-napping while the sun drifts lazily through large leaves above. 090826 what's it to you? who go blather from