emily is back from london, so there is no real reason for me to keep this anymore. i like people better as people than as 1's and 0's. let's go for coffees. drop me an email or a phone call. until then--

i just rode 65 miles on a whim. well, not entirely on a whim. i was planning on riding the 40 miles to losantville and back, but around mile 28 i thought, "if i keep riding north through muncie, i bet i could make gaston and back and still be all right ( Read more... )

670 miles to st. louis + cold lungs + achey muscles for the next 3 months + 9 days off + camping gear + khs bicyle + one good friend = best spring break trip ever.

All right, King. I'll see your survey and call ( Read more... )

emily comes home soon. enough said.

i'm starting to understand why salinger is the way he is. i can't wait to get out of this fucking town. the anonymity of urbanization seems so cozy to me right now. i can't understand anymore why the modernists were so anxious about it...

i go through fits--
i'm handling this okay, but mostly, i'm getting tired of figuring out what i can't or can hardly do. i get tired of feeling like an inconvenience.

This above all--ask yourself in the stillest hour of your night: must I write? Delve into yourself for a deep answer. And if this answer should be affirmative, if you may meet this earnest question with a strong and simple, "I must," then build your life according to this necessity; your life even into its most indifferent and slightest hour must ( Read more... )

a knife got ahold of me at work...my right hand...they think it got the flexor tendons in my pinky and ring finger...i've to go to the hand surgeon monday...i can't move my pinky and i can only half way move my ring finger...i could have done without this--

Dream of a pencil ( Read more... )