After 5 days without power, and not knowing when it will be restored, I had a complete flipout this morning.

I'm feeling better now.

Its hot here today in fact so hot I experienced something quite odd. We're in our rainy season here, so basically it rains almost every day around or after 4 somewhere in the city, but today it's not going to rain, so I rode in to work today (motorcycle). Usually riding around the city is fine as long as your moving, but today the wind is hot, hot enought it made the ends of my fingers feel like they were burning while riding thru the foothills.

Very strange

I listened to all 3 hours of The Jim Rome Show today. I don't get to do this often enough.

It was very enjoyable.

Salut, Pimp in the Box.

A couplefew days back, leaving work at around 5:45, I witnessed a shirtless and shoeless guy with his pants close to falling down urinating in the middle of the sidewalk near the intersection of Washington and Wells.

While I frequently see him around those parts, I'm mostly sure it wasn't Neil Steinberg having backslid.

Nevertheless, abject anarchism at its finest.

Today I noticed a fellow on a boat.

He looked like an ogre—fat, hunchback, hook nose, giant hairy mole on his face.

He was wearing layers and layers of papery clothes.

Still, he was not ugly. He looked like a nice man.

He looked out the window a lot, sometimes at the floor.

He was mostly quiet, but then he would start yelling things.

"Son of bitch, fuck you, Bush, fuck you, son of a bitch, son of a bitch, fuck you."

When he yelled, he covered up his mouth. I don't think he meant to yell. He couldn't help it.

"Fuck you, son of a bitch, you kill innocent people, son of a bitch, suck blood."

A very large hispanic man and a rockabilly guy in a wheelchair were having a shouting match outside of our van ten minutes ago. I was laying on the bench seat of said van while this was happening, listening to the Dirty Tricks' "Demerits" EP onmy crappy laptop speakers.

Yesterday morning I was walking to the bike shop past this big estate, and this bloke comes out to his parked car. He’s middle-aged and dressed for tennis – white shirt, tennis shoes, baggy training trousers, and carrying a spare pair of tennis shoes - but in his other hand, instead of a tennis racket, he’s holding a spear. To begin with, I think it’s some sort of gardening equipment - a hoe, or that tool the streetsweepers use to cut the weeds between the paving stones (if that’s not a hoe) - but as I get closer I can see that it’s definitely a wooden spear – about 6ft long, new-looking, with what looks like some sort of small decorative frond about a foot from the business end. He smiles, sticks it in his car and drives away.

I've had a raging fever for the past couple of days (finally lessening today).

Last night found me whimpering in the spare bedroom, hands over ears in an attempt to block out the mother of all thunderstorms as it raged directly overhead for what must have been two hours.

When finally sleep I did attain (unconsciousness at least), my state of comparative peace was almost immediately shattered by the blood-curdling screech of a fearsome jungle animal of some sort (Holly, my cat) as she launched herself from the top of the window (first floor, no idea how she got there) onto my pallid, sweating face.

yesterday i reserved a flight and tonight i am going to pay for it in cash! and it's changeable-just incase.

i'm happy with my new credit cardless lifestyle, it's so satisfying to work hard at shitty jobs knowing you have a goal at the end of it. and believe me, i've had a ton of money shit before, i know what i'm talking about. it's way more satisfying than my old habit of booking flights willy nilly knowing that i'd be out of the country and uncontactable from my creditors!!

also, i saw US Maple for the fisrt time last saturday and they were everything i hoped they'd be. now, that really is refreshing.

listening to "disorder" by joy division.

girlfriend's asleep.

i've been awake since 1pm yesterday and it's 730am now.

saved by the bell is re-running on tv.

the sun's coming up.

today already feels like a re-run.