I've been mixing Yerba Mate with peach tea and adding a little honey on top of that. It all goes into my little gourd picked up down in Argentina. I don't know why I'm up this late avoiding work I don't know if I'll actually accomplish. To some degree I feel like I'm holding vigil for my unnacomplished work: as if sipping hardened tea while grooming my cat and listening to online radio amounts to penance.
My cousin TMed me out of the blue today asking "Mochtest due meine schlange kussen?" It's one of the only German "phrases" he knows. That is if "schlange kussen" could actually be considered a phrase; not really everyday usage.
It made me realize very quickly that I'm in need of something else in my life. Not my cousin's schlange obviously, but something else that Will offers me. Our friendship tends to verge on the surreal, constantly stretching ideas to the breaking point and playfully recasting them with new language. It's a very creative friendship that I used to value highly. For a while he vegged out in a placid state of disrepair. Since he lives in Pittsburgh I didn't have the time or the effort to reconnect with him considering the many times he abondoned our frienship. Periodically we'd get caught up in a brilliant series of correspondences as if a day never passed. Then, as suddenly as it occurred it would end.
For about a year and a half in high school Will lived with my family. We had bunkbeds in my room and Will and I spent many nights chatting. Usually we engaged in endless parodies of our daily lives. It was the only way we decompressed from the riggors of midwest Ohio. My parents would listen to us laugh in the other room and about a year or two later, my father admitted that he was mildly jealous of our friendship because he didn't have someone in his life like that. Now, here I am, longing for that kind of experience again. It's something I need in my everyday life.
