A list of stuff careening through my head at the moment:
How did Ian manage to meet Richard Brautigan?
"In watermelon sugar the deeds were done and done again as in my life is done in watermelon sugar."
The most prophetic thing I wrote in my journal last night:
...my sense is that the next time I see him will be by happenstance, rather than by design...
Wish Peezy was here
Why does my neck hurt so much?
Every time I think I know what's about to happen, something completely random happens instead. If there's one recurrent theme to this year, it's that I have zero clue what's coming around the next corner.
Tonight there's supposed to be a big snowstorm here in Pittsburgh. I wonder how surreal it will be to wake up tomorrow morning to a world covered in white (assuming I actually manage to sleep tonight, that is ...)