Today's been monstrously busy; haven't really had any time to think about the vacation, other than the anxious feeling in my stomach that I've had for about a week, thinking about the flight itself. I keep telling myself to not worry about the flight - just think about where you're going to be when you land, and the flight as a means to get there. And occaisonally I do managed to get sorta Zen about it. And then, suddenly, I start freaking out. No pot smoking for me tonight, that's for damn sure.
Today's been monstrously busy; haven't really had any time to think about the vacation, other than the anxious feeling in my stomach that I've had for about a week, thinking about the flight itself. I keep telling myself to not worry about the flight - just think about where you're going to be when you land, and the flight as a means to get there. And occaisonally I do managed to get sorta Zen about it. And then, suddenly, I start freaking out. No pot smoking for me tonight, that's for damn sure.
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Farewell, LJ
So I guess I'm retiring this blog. Part of me feels like I need to make some sort of eulogy or something; part of me just wants to move on already.…
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Catching up
The first sentence of this post was "Finally, some breathing room," and then as I was in the middle of the second sentence I got handed…
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Kinda hard to imagine Thomas Pynchon (and not, say, Tom Robbins) writing this paragraph, but there it is on p. 99 of "Inherent Vice":…
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