today i bought leek plants from a supermarket because the geraniums at work are thriving after i thoughtlessly removed all of their leaves because the sermon the day before had been about pruning. but perhaps i can make things thrive after all, though i have an aversion to thriving myself, and also an aversion to doing things and an even greater aversion to achieving things, because then everything changes.

and i got home and put all the plums on to cook while i planted the leeks (the woman, she gave me plums. and shoes.) i even sort of planted them in a row so it looks like a normal garden, because usually i make a point of being haphazard.

and came back inside and the kitchen looked like a murder scene because of the boiled over juices and so i wiped it around and now the kitchen is pink.

and scraped the dirt out from under my fingernails

crikey there was so much oestrogen in that room today, the poor architect.