Saturday, Apr. 17, 2004

ladida

Man, the weather could not be more perfect today . . . and sitting here in my room with delicate summerly breezes floating in just makes me wish that i were anywhere but here. here writing papers and researching. right now i want nothing more with my life than to be at the beach working in a café propped up on stilts over the sand and the waves until the weather starts to get cold again . . . somewhere like myrtle beach maybe . . . it makes me wonder what i am even doing here. this city reminds me of a mausoleum. why can't i be in charleston?