in my cd player... Belle and Sebastian The Lazy Line Painter Jane singles   into... the red and yellow roses drying above my bed; red wine and wandering thoughts; his '67 diamond green Mustang; massive to do lists; pining; my jeweled ellie-phant key chain; coco wheats   definitely not into... the Continental attendant at gate C24 at Houston International Airport   everything but him... Right now everything feels marginal. Lists so long that they fall by the way side, pushed aside by every single memory that creeps up in the spaces in my consciousness, tugging me back to him.