rock over London. rock on, Chicago.

you can’t make shit like this up.

the apartment has a cricket problem.
I’m sitting here on the floor of my bedroom, and one of the little motherfuckers just jumped on my pillow. the audacity. now, it’s lost in the folds of my blanket, forever to navigate the sea of pockets that is my air mattress. but I’m not getting up; no, I’m staying away from that thing until I need to sleep. not very comfortable.

I built the Region section today. I was about half an hour past deadline with it, too.
I was in at 5:45. worked straight for about five hours. I’m not kidding, that shit takes time.
but I feel better about it.
it’s strange. I hate, hate getting up in the morning. but once I get there, and the sun finally comes up, I feel better about it. a little.
I can’t imagine this. having a career. nine to five. 401(k). don’t know if I can do this.
I talked to Mike about it. amazing how some people can take the bullshit right out of you, cut through pretension. he usually knows what I’m thinking, and it eliminates any melodrama. it’s refreshing. cause right now, I’m really left to my own devices, and that’s not necessarily a good thing.

this weekend, I’m going toward the coast. Neil and Pat, in Garden Grove, I’ll go out and stay for an evening. see the Pacific ocean. I hear it’s pretty big.