Ate a great meal tonight at Cafe Juanita, went to sleep with my 6-yr old because she asked, then woken up by my wife at 2 a.m. on her way to bed after playing WOW.  So of course I'm up, can't sleep, and feeling somewhat introspective.  I would best describe my mood tonight as very murakami. i'm neither here nor not here, comfortably numb and scared shitless, nostalgic and bursting with a desire to capture this in words. random web surfing while i write this - listening to a local band The Liquid Now which has a very Oasis feel but goes down a tad smoother with little droplets of japan lost inside.  Very much recommend the song "Gone Away" by the way.  Also simultaneously reading some of my poetry on lit.org. which is the equivalent of rereading entries in one's diary. If that doesn't make you nostalgic then nothing can. This year, I am determined to publish a collection, I need to just will it and hopefully my friend can help me in getting it organized. I also need a few great photos that capture the spirit of the writing - actually the tallest order here probably. my photographer friends please take note.

 

should i linger by my bookshelf in further melancholy? shall i play call of duty 4? call up wow and grind till sunup? see what's on the idiot box? hot tub? ah hot tub.