Take care, you. Wish you were beer.
i feel odd. i feel like a newspaper nerd. oh wait, thats cuz i am. deadlines keep me sane; deadlines drive me insane. its a wonderfully odd feeling. more than mildly stressed out. but other than complaining a lot, most of the time, i feel remarkably close to un-stressed. i think thats why i feel so odd. it's all quite surreal. i feel so much more like an observer than a participant -- in my life. i feel like i can see all the changes, all the evolutions that i am slowing growing through, but it happens in slow motion and i am not really part of it all. i see, more than i feel.
experimenting with new writing styles right now. we'll see how this turns out. impatient to get to work on haze. ex deeee! yeah. travel journal, i think. a small one. no shortage of black ink pens, the cheap ones a dozen for ninety-nine cents. learn to properly draw little nothings in the corners and margins of not-so-important papers -- the important ones too.
i am thinking a little more coherently now.