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Woke up at 11 from a strange dream about being held prisoner and having to shoot somebody in the heart with a poison-injection gun. It was actually really terrifying, but at least it wasn’t a zombie dream this time. Or at least I don’t think it was.
Today my plan is to walk to the library while listening to Blonde on Blonde, find books about unorthodox US travel (my prime target is Dishwasher, about Pete Jordan, who made it a goal to wash dishes in all 50 states) and some comic books, and then come home and read them. Meeting Mallory at 7:30 for Zombieland (second viewing—it’s that good). Oh, and lots of coffee. That’s my day. The good ones have been flowing lately.
Making vague travel plans in my head. If I load myself with freelance work, I want to see if I can go on a two-week bus trip roughly every two months. A bit of an experiment.
Also, working on a new writing project. More on that soon.
Edit: went to the library, and paid a two-dollar fine on my account for a movie that I kept out late that I realized wasn’t even worth the late fee by the time I finally got around to watching it. Bummer. But now my account is cleared, so I nabbed the aforementioned Dishwasher book, plus the Achewood Great Outdoor Fight collection and a coupla other comics. Good haul today.
In at 5:45am. No sleep on the plane. Regional rail (free, for some reason) into the city (but we met a nice fellow on the tracks who told us (Sarah Wells, me) that we couldn’t use a credit card on the train and if we didn’t have enough cash he’d cover us—so nice—that’s why this is the city of brotherly love), donuts and coffee at Dunkin’ (made me feel like I was in Boston again), and then picked up by Heather. Breakfast at—now I’m forgetting the name of the place. Incredible. Open-faced biscuit sandwich with veggie sausage, two fried eggs, gravy, and latkes with pear sauce. Philly has always had a good track record for food, in my book, and so far it’s holding to that standard.
Then back to where Heather’s house-sitting—gorgeous old brownstone-type; residing in the house is a gigantic Newfoundland, the biggest I’ve ever seen, drooling all over me—the thing probably weighs 150 lbs.—so, a too-brief nap on a toddler’s bed (surprisingly comfortable) and then up for a free show and live taping, Chairlift at WXPN, meet ‘n’ greet afterward and I tell them “Robert Laux says hello, I’m a friend, we went to school together” and they’re not as enthusiastic as I’d hoped about our mutual acquaintance. Then a beer, then back, leftovers, feeling so drained. Later: Courtney and Bob. Tomorrow: Jill on a bus from NYC.
Tired with every fiber of my body. When will I sleep?
