April 8: Easter Sunday (the length of a cigarette)

Easter Sunday. I stayed

in most of the day,
till now. I've stepped out
to the porch to smoke a
tiny cigarette I rolled my-
self. I just require a
little blast of nicotine on top
of all the rest of the day's
decadence.
My cigarette goes out,
I light it again.
It feels like Christmas in
a weird way. I woke up with
the heater and a long john
pajama top. It was 10:30.
I pulled the humidity warped
photos off of my bedroom walls
(they looked lovely when I put
them up), peeled off the rolled
up masking tape from the backs
of them and scanned them
into my new computer. It was
rather like putting together a
toy on Christmas day.
S. made jalapeño scones and poached
eggs for on top of them and roasted
some new potatoes. We drank more
coffee.

We got high while I made
what we called "Banana Split
Smoothies"

1 lg. banana
1 cup of soy and/or rice milk
1 tsp. dark exotic cocoa powder
1/4 tsp. vanilla
2 Tbs. brown sugar
1/2 doz. strawberries from the CSA farm
2 Tbs. crushed pineapples from a can
1 tray of ice cubes

We got involved in a nice long
discussion about
Identity
and other things, but mostly
Identity.
I cleaned a little, then pulled out the
video camera and he's gonna cook and
we're gonna get more high and

do a cooking show.