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01 october 2000
here goes some nothing Yesterday I managed to salvage my critter-cam from the old apartment in Venice. I plugged it in last night with the full intention of testing it, and then I promptly passed out. So I snapped a picture of my hungover self this morning, about five minutes out of sleep, staring at the computer screen with an expression on my face that either says "what, no email?" or "did I really have to drink so much last night?" Last night ... yummy tuna and yellowtail sashimi at Wamba's, topped off with generous amounts of Sho Chiku Bai sake and way too many cigarettes for my own good. But then I'm going out of my way to smoke too much these days. At least I have a functioning camera again. Welcome to October, month of my birth. Welcome to Rosh Hashanah, the New Year, 57-something on the jewish calendar. Welcome to an early morning inability to write. More later, perhaps. Later ... perhaps. Over ten hours later, to be exact, or not. I've nothing to write, my creative half is off for now. And DSL seems to be inoperative. 9:25 and I'm ready for bed ... so much for stretching my addiction to midnight. I gave the roomie the last of my cigs. I shant be needing them for a while. Wondering if this is a valid step toward self-betterment, or just another in a long series of small personal failures that seem to haunt my very self. The future will tell. The future scares me. Why are the most diffucult battles in life the ones I fight against myself? 01 october 1999: : on a long hiatus 01 october 1998: : on a brief hiatus 01 october 1997: no more happenings : no one can parrot in soulful deliberance the path of his brush [ swim back | email me | swim ahead ] |
