FRI MARCH 30th

Right after successfully outlining the order of pictures in a collage of dirty magazine covers (which I had planned to send to my sister as a joke later that evening) the phone rang. During the call, my cat attempted to hang from the coiled cord, dangling by the claws as to not fall from the cord, yet subsequently fell into a pile of breasts awaiting below him. My collage has now been re-ordered and re-situated upon the countertop. My sister is coming to town next week. She is having a baby too. I believe she is hoping for a girl, like her, I hope the same. I have thought that the collage would be too crude, but she laughed at the concept. I re-assured her I will contain myself once the baby is born.

THURS MARCH 29th

Over tea and cake last sunday, my sister entertained me as good sisters do, by inquiring into ones first memories of life. After initially laughing (for what an unusual topic she had drawn upon at this hour) I began to recall my birth into this world and began to question the moments originality-that is, of my original birth. I assume that the light I saw was real, or was it a feeling of brightness? I cannot distinguish exactly. Is it merely a re-occurring thought throughout my youth as I reconstruct the memory again and again? Nevertheless, each birthday, my sister is here, on my birthday, wishing me "goodluck" as I blow out the candles.

WED March 28th

My older sister came to visit me here, in Bellingham. I was angry that I had forgotten my sunglasses in the car. I hope no one heard me singing while I tried to parallel park. The rocks make it louder here and the breeze makes it possible to catch Vera's laugh as she strides further ahead of me. Her laugh seems genuine enough, to believe. After all, I might be funny.