A Thousand Plateaus

actually i had planned to spend a night full of work at the café. had the three disquieting muses with me: poe (seminar preparations), buchanan (colloquium preparations) and cohen (thesis). just when i had finished poe, jodie came over to my table.
“want anything else to drink?”
“a coke please. i didn’t know you were working tonight…”
“well, i have to earn some money. i’m planning to take a short trip to new york next week-end.”
“get out! really?”
“yep - that’s why i can’t be at the 200 lurkers concert, unfortunately.”
“oh. that’s a shame.”
a moment later she was bringing the coke.
“you do know that the little bugger is on night shift in…” and she checks her watch “…about ten minutes, don’t you?”
“oops!” i finished my coke, paid and left.

when i came home it was disturbingly quiet. i unpacked the texts but couldn’t concentrate. rehearsed the set for next week. felt funny and restless. felt like going to the gym but i had been there this morning.  wrote a couple of mails. then i tried