Why do you keep kicking yourself? Stop.
Found in a bathroom in the East Village
So we’re having a problem with internet at home. Hopefully a network connection issue and not a virus. I’d explain the problem (hardly any pages will load, that’s the problem), but to go into greater depth would put you to sleep.
It’s been so cold lately. This morning at 5a I drove Ry and L. to the airport so they can play gigs in Salt Lake during the Sundance Film Fest all this week. Since I was sleeping both before and after driving them, I barely remember the experience now, some eight hours later. Creepy how that happens. You try to recall how you focused your eyes, how you drove through various tunnels, how you parked…but it’s all fuzzy. This is one fuzzy season. The windows of the van fog up constantly, and I’m beginning to believe that’s a metaphor for all of winter.
But don’t get me wrong…I still think 2005 is going to be superb.
As Shiva in Maaahnchesta says:
“all i wanna do is read and write and explore and drink coffee and eat eat eat.” Amen, sista.