languid

punk rock can be soothing for the soul to come home to. it seems that on this monday night i have chosen to drive around and take of things in the screaming wind and rain. crazy fucks need to know how to drive but whatever. somehow i found the serenity to just cruise on thru from eighty to 5 mph on the bridge at its worst right before deadlock...

but whatever. i have tulan food. i have punk rock.

i will have shower and cleanliness soon.

i was somewhere different which was positive for my head. too bad it was pleasanton...

i got things done. i slept ever so fitfully last night but woke up refreshed. 'course my fourteen hours between saturday & sunday made a big difference. that and the good company of friends.

so i guess i am filled with a certain amount of apathy, contenment and whateverness that is better than the dredged up gloom i might have achieved like some of the soldiers i saw at the shop this morning. glad it wasn't me and that all i had to do was turn in paperwork.

my crispy noodles and vegetables 'n stuff... is good. goodnight.



aloha,
j