This afternoon I remembered there are other auditory choices besides NPR and BBC World. I popped in Bob Dylan’s Desire and tried to pep myself up for a day at the flea market. I wasn’t very successful at the pep part but i did manage to get to the market. It didn’t really cheer me up all that much. Although I found this fabulous wooden-hand-jewelry-keeper thing (the jewelry was already mine).
It really didn’t lift my spirits as much as it should have (I mean, look at the fingers at the bottom…neat-O). Tuesday’s tragedies are weighing me down. I miss Jeff who was here last week and who made Paris infinitely more beautiful and made this place feel like home somehow. And worst of all I have this icky feeling of impending doom. I’m hoping it’s PMS. I’m not very clairvoyant, so I don’t put any weight on it besides for bumming me out. It just seems like things are going to suck for sometime now.
New Angeles Monthly, June 2008
Weekend America, March 30, 2008
Los Angeles Times, March 13, 2008
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Nil by Mouth is written by Neille Ilel. Neille is a writer, reporter and user interface specialist in Los Angeles. If you think that's a lot, she's also got a host of meandering sidelines including improv comedy, tennis, cooking, drawing and thinking about learning to play the guitar.
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