still awake

Music: DJ Joshie Juice: Holiday 2006

My alarm is set for 3:30 a.m. for a flight that departs Austin at 6:00 a.m.; I had a lovely meal with Brooke; I took a sleeping pill . . . and here I sit. I am an anxious traveler. I am not ready to die (ok, and I'm not quite ready for familial cheer . . . ).

As I was searching the office for a piece of paper to fold into a square to use as a coaster, I was amused by a former self. I had taken some notes during some sort of guest lecture in green pen. I'm not quite sure whose lecture it was (ok, I am, but I'm not going to tell in public). Here is my note:

Oh effing GOD! This shit just bores the fuck out of me. So the question is: would you rather have (a) interesting stuff that you're not sure you follow to the letter, or (b) easy to follow stuff that you can master but is FUCKING BORING.

Hmm. Adolescence, like pubic hair, is never too far below.