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2002-01-11 - 1:13 p.m.
there are always stories in my head yet i never squeeze them out. i am in some sort of analysis paralysis and reevaluating my reevaluations ad in finitum. boring boring boring. there are thousands of things to do and yet all i want is to float. i want to take a roadtrip along the ocean and eat breakfast in funny little restaurants too early in the morning. get amped on gas station coffee and drive with the windows open, silly roadtrip music blaring. i don't want to go anywhere. i just want the act of going. it's funny that whenever i have to work early enough to see the sun rise i always want to drive into it, keep going along the california coast through santa barbara, la, san diego, mexico, just so i can be going, so i can eat mexican food and stare and stare and stare at the sun.
it occurs to me that maybe i just want winter to end.