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morning everyone. it's almost 4am here in sf, and i just woke up. it's peaceful at this hour. my lover, peter, is playing elliott smith and doing things to the kernel of the machine we use for our email. the cats are lolling about, even though this is usually the time of day they do laps around the house.
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we're about to head over to one of sf's only 24 hour diners, and eat food we'll probably regret eating. it's down on church st, and if you live in sf i'm sure you know of it: sparky's. people curse sparky's, but i have grown to love it for just how terrible it is. the waiters are serious punks, mohawks and piercings and disturbed clothing, and the clientele is somewhere between piss drunk or speeding on meth. the music is kinda hip but kinda annoying, and always a little too loud, so you feel like it's just an extension of whatever nightclub everyone around you has stumbled out of. the food is pretty limp, but the shakes are good, and it's the only place to get a soy mocha at 3am. the bathroom is too small to actually take a piss in, and the decor is terrifying: neon and glass brick. and besides all that, i have spent hours of my life in sf at sparky's, or convincing people to go to sparky's, cursing sparky's, and standing outside sparky's warding off panhandlers. i am forever bonded with sparky's. i will go there now and eat some fries.
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morning everyone. it's almost 4am here in sf, and i just woke up. it's peaceful at this hour. my lover, peter, is playing elliott smith and doing things to the kernel of the machine we use for our email. the cats are lolling about, even though this is usually the time of day they do laps around the house.
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we're about to head over to one of sf's only 24 hour diners, and eat food we'll probably regret eating. it's down on church st, and if you live in sf i'm sure you know of it: sparky's. people curse sparky's, but i have grown to love it for just how terrible it is. the waiters are serious punks, mohawks and piercings and disturbed clothing, and the clientele is somewhere between piss drunk or speeding on meth. the music is kinda hip but kinda annoying, and always a little too loud, so you feel like it's just an extension of whatever nightclub everyone around you has stumbled out of. the food is pretty limp, but the shakes are good, and it's the only place to get a soy mocha at 3am. the bathroom is too small to actually take a piss in, and the decor is terrifying: neon and glass brick. and besides all that, i have spent hours of my life in sf at sparky's, or convincing people to go to sparky's, cursing sparky's, and standing outside sparky's warding off panhandlers. i am forever bonded with sparky's. i will go there now and eat some fries.
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