Okay. Back reluctantly from the Hills. Not knowing exactly what to do to myself, therefore drinking. Smoking. Watched a little TV, including “That 70’s Show” about whose characters for some bizarre reason I frequently dream. Typing in white on black just now, because I can, because I might as well, because it doesn’t matter, because my life will be home soon and even though I am a pirate, I cannot bring myself to sail away. And also, SOCIOLIFEDRAMA-wise, my bro is like the only one who understands what I’m doing. Literally, what I am doing RIGHT NOW of course is frying bacon and eggs. But it’s so much more than that. It’s so much more. Over. (2003)