Emeril is the most well-spoken man on TV.
So this is pretty emo and ridiculous (I don't know, maybe it's not and I'm just not used to saying nice things), and it's also an Incubus song which is really not helping my case as far as trying to not be silly goes, but I wish you were here.
And um, on a slightly different note, I really want to start reading more Cormac McCarthy. I have this theory that No Country for Old Men is McCarthy talking to Hemingway as he writes For Whom The Bell Tolls. They're both about types of civil wars and this vision of a lost purity, and it goes deeper than that but it's better just to read them. It's like McCarthy is saying that this (this being the drug wars and sociopathic serial killer he writes about) is the type of war we have now. It's this kind of parasitic destruction that's so anti-human that it can't be about society; it's about sociopathy and pathology. Doc Co and I talked for a gazillion years about this, which is good because I haven't really spoken to her in days and there are so many more things she could have thrown in my face, conversation-wise.
Wow. December 15 is really not that far away at all.
Fuck.
Let's have a moment of silence for the panic attack I just had.
I hate my broken CD burner.
"Are you shaking?"
"No."
"You're shaking."
"I don't think so."
"You're cold."
"I don't think I am."
"Then why are you shaking?"
"I don't know. I think I'm happy."