a few fleeting moments
I'm back in the Twin Cities for a couple days and the relief being back here is... Well... Kind of pathetic, I guess. I'm at the Honda dealership of all places, waiting for my oil to get changed, and very happy for free wi-fi and a cup of black coffee. Chris Rock is on Regis and Kelly across the room, but I'm listening to Desaparecidos and trying to ignore it. Going to see Bright Eyes at the First Ave tonight, then CCB and I are getting on a plane in the morning for San Francisco. I know you're not supposed to tell the internet if you're going on vacation or whatever, but we now live in the middle of nowhere so I don't think it really matters. Or does it? I'm guessing the internet really doesn't care either way.
One thing I'm really looking forward to on our vacation is the night tour of Alcatraz. We'll get to watch the sunset from the island and then tour the place in the dark. Spooky scary. I'll be taking lots of pictures, so if a ghost shows up in one of them, you'll be the first to know.
I had a great dream last night. Not something I really want to share, but great all the same. Amazing how just a few fleeting moments of a dream can send my mind into some kind of story spiral. And it made me realize that I really need to get back to writing. People already think we're nuts for leaving the city so CCB can farm, so I figure they can't think we're any more nuts if I stay home all day and write. I'm telling you, there's something about spending all day in a story that just can't be paralleled. So if you've never done it before, I highly recommend it. Sure, you might not make it out of bed, or shower, or remember to eat anything, but all those words on paper... My God, I love putting words on paper. Yes, there's another story out there for me. I've just got to catch it...