I always crave change this time of year. It is crazy. I've got the jittery travel bug. I want to go to Cambodia or Patagonia,,,
On Friday, I went to Sneaky Dee's for a beer and there were all these "older folk"who were getting down to punk and ska and I felt sad because I was not inspired by 40-year-olds who still know how to thrash and still own their angst. I should have been, but instead it made me all neurotic about getting stuck doing the same things for the rest of my life. It's a theme.
At work, today, It smells like natural gas. I wonder if this place is gonna explode.
I went ice skating this weekend with Josh and Adam on Grenadier pond. It was truly gorgeous and mild. The frozen pond made these sonar noises like a whale or a submerged submarine. No tinny arena music. Just the ice moaning, skates scraping, and branches rattling their bare bones.
