I went to a sox game and got some sun, so it’s distinctly possible all this is some kind of bizarre hallucination-driven rant that i won’t even remember tomorrow, but it wouldn’t be the first time for that. i should also add that i read all of The Rum Diary while waiting to fall asleep and that probably has something to do with it as well. and now that i’ve fixed myself a sandwich for lunch, i realize i don’t feel as much of a rant coming on anymore. sorry for the let down. anyway, the sum total of what i was going to say was that i want to move to A) puerto rico B) new york or C) california. i feel like my inertia is creeping up my spinal column and slowly paralyzing me for a life spent in one place. i’m not sure that i can feel my toes anymore.
update on feelings of restlessness:
Better now. the rhythms of Asian literature has soothed my fears. now i can worry about important shit such as: my fantasee baseball team owns you. FEAR the nouveau americain dinner fare being slung by the Jake Peavy/Kip Wells/Ben Sheets/John Thomson kitchen.
also, Jim Caviezel’s next role: Bobby Jones