The title is trite -- go figure -- eh -- but here's the real deal: this weekend marks the last of the out of town weekends for me. When I return, subtext (like this) will go into the subtext section and the remainder of ycabw will get more attention (remainder is a current fave word). So, what I learned today:

A) Writing is deeply personal for me. I need alone and sometimes lonely space. I often write on depressants; although on good days, I write on depressants X espresso. I wouldn't blog any of this shit if I really felt anyone was reading.

B) Gigantic U-hauls are not allowed to make gigantic u-turns on big city arterials. Really, unless you're on meth, a U-haul u-turn is never a good idea, regardless of how alliteratively good it sounds.

C) I can wave at lame drivers in lieu of giving them the more deserved middle finger.

D) I need music and space when I write. Not big space or dating space, but my own space or even outer space. Bars over coffee houses; my bedroom over my kitchen; green grass over park benches (and over red-haired grass too).

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I don't know -- some people don't go for prunes.

See y'all on Tuesday, but remain heartened, 'cause even in absences nature paves way to beauty (and if cute phrases don't make the absence bearable, there's always good stuff in my links that are appropriately placed in the [links] section over there to the right -->).

While waiting for life that sucks to die, why not listen to my favorite unsigned bands: TQ's Garage Band Playlist.