blackouts

ah, late night bus trips to oakland. hopping on the 51 and then getting a phone call on your way that says the dude's house you're going to just lost all its power... and so did the entire neighborhood. and when you get close enough to see, all you can make out is a couple street signs against a whole lot of black.

still, it was lovely. just chillin with some candles and having a couple beers. wondering what everyone else was doing without any lights. 

it's funny, the difference what you see makes. it's funny how there's barely any difference at all. i don't mind the dark. sometimes i wake up and can't go back to sleep, so i just walk around. i don't turn anything on, i just wander. god knows my house is big enough for it, but you can't see anything so you can just picture it smaller. without all the space between the floor and the ceiling. alameda should have some more blackouts. 

i forget, sometimes, about counting sheep. i did it a couple times when i was little, but then i forgot all about it. little white sheep hopping over a fence... jumping over broken fenceposts at night time and bounding off into some field...

i'm tiiiiired.