A Day like Molasses

[opabinia]

Slow.. day.. at.. work.

In the afternoon, I freaked mildly about the whole Middle Eastern Guy roundup, and about things related to our government and some differences of opinion. I keep it vague here, because it's the sort of thing that's better handled in person, where tone of voice can add tact to words. Online, it belongs in my private entry. Besides, I don't fucking see anyone any more, and I should remedy that. I've allowed myself to become isolated by modern communications systems. I've become a goddamm recluse. I'm ashamed at how long it has been since I went to the gym. Somethin' ain't right in the cracker barrel.

Oh -- I've been meaning to take a long, pointless trip alone, probably in a bus, to nowhere in particular. I want the low drone of the engine and hundreds of miles of anonymous highway to simplify the brain, to make it go more linear. I could cultivate a calmer inner state though meditation, but getting a bus ticket is easier. I like traveling alone. It's very private.

On the way home, I stopped to return Amelie. Getting off the train at Porter just to return a movie is annoying, so I bought wine. The world is fucked up, and I'm discombobulated. This calls for drinking a glass of wine alone, the way a blizzard calls for beef jerky and beer.