Rain. Christmas shopping. Planters for new plants. More rain. Cleaning the apartment. Fucking around on the internet (like YOU, natch). Drizzle. Then rain. Maybe drinking, maybe videos, maybe going out. Football (watched). Perhaps the unexpected. Oh, lunar eclipse. LUNAR FUCKING ECLIPSE.

Today, I despise conjunctions.

Just getting back into working out, and my body has that good, ache-y feeling. Some of you-all know what I'm talking about. That feeling of muscle groups coming back to life. I think Johnny Cougar Mellencamp wrote a song about it or sumpin.

Mexico was great. I pretty much sat by the pool, sat by the ocean, sat in restaurants. Thank God I just joined a gym, because I need to get off of my ass and MOVE. But it was fun, and I was in good company (my friends Sarah and Craig).

It was weird having housekeepers, food cooked for me, etc etc. I'm used to doing everything for myself. Being single and living alone gets you all-kinda independent. Anytime someone makes a meal for me, or helps me out with something, I feel absurdly touched, and probably thank them way more than is normal.

Today I will probably pick up a lil' Xmas tree, put up some lights, etc-- give my apartment some holiday cheer. I guess I should try posting some photos some time, though I'm not much inclined to that. Still, don't want to be a mere lurker, so I will at some point.

OK, time to change clothes, do some exercising and then go jogging in the park. Cheers, people.

About to go to Mexico (near Puerto Vallarta) for a week. Beach, books, friends, margaritas, hot tub... It's going to be a good Thanksgiving, I think. If anyone has any suggestions for sights and sounds and tastes down there, I'd love to hear 'em. I'm excited. I'm even flying first class for the first time in my life (got a deal). I'm feeling spoiled, but it's been a hard year or so, so I'm going to enjoy this to the utmost. My friend has got us luxury accomodations for free, due to his family connections. Shucks, I'm gonna be such a gringo.

Just got a new ipod and I'm dowloading about a bazillion songs from my music collection, which is ridiculously large and growing all the time.
That.Is. What. She. Said.

(my least mature post ever! yes!)

Just emailed an ex-girlfriend in Turkey. She's sad because she's stationed-- as a psychiatrist-- in some little nowhere city for 500 days. So I cheered her up, I hope; but at the same time, I'm kind of sad sitting here on a quiet Friday night, no one to see here in the city. Too bad she had to go and get married when I was in America; then maybe neither of us would be sad tonight.

I can totally hear the 101 freeway from my kitchen, where I'm typing this. Prolonged hisses of passing cars. Everything seems ephemeral and kind of melancholy.

At times like this, I understand addiction, the need for comfort any way that you can get it. I kind of just want to lay down right now. Bittersweet lol.

I've gotta start posting more when I'm happy.

Saw the post-Danzig Misifits this weekend in Santa Rosa. They kind of took a Ramones approach: play everything loud and fast, with no pause for breathing. In that, it was effective, and fun. It ain't the inspired macho insanity of Danzig, but it is a good thing.

Perspective: I went with an old friend who has two kids and almost never gets out, let alone for a Boys' Night Out. We had several beers, it was fun. The next morning, I was up early to go see the Raiders with my cousin (I prefer the Niners, but it was a luxury box, and free, so...) While I tidy up, make breakfast, etc, my friend is going through hangover hell: headache, puking, and so on. I was thinking, "Jee-zus..."

I suppose it's healthier, but damn. I'm glad I don't have two kids and a wife that I have to ask permission to go out every time. I went on my merry way to the football game while he slept on. I guess everything's a trade-off.

Damn, Halloween is always upon me before I can think of a great costume idea. I need to start planning NOW for next year. Any ideas are greatly appreciated.

Years ago, we asked my little (male) cousin what he wanted to be for Halloween. He answered, inexplicably, "A girl snake." We still haven't figured that one out, I'm sure it's super-mega-Freudian.

So if I can't think of anything else, I'm gonna have to be a girl snake next year.

Orange and black: watching my favorite baseball team make an unexpected run at winning it all.
Orange and black: submersing myself in Halloween, which I love-- Lovecraft, horror films, music and decorations.
Orange and black, and blue: the colors of the sky as I drove to work this morning. The mountains and sky were beautiful.

Random sad days are so... random.