My feelings can best be expressed in a monologue from the made-for-tv movie "Diary of a Stripper".

To the Harbormaster

I wanted to be sure to reach you;
though my ship was on the way it got caught
in some moorings. I am always tying up
and then deciding to depart. In storms and
at sunset, with the metallic coils of the tide
around my fathomless arms, I am unable
to understand the forms of my vanity
or I am hard alee with my Polish rudder
in my hand and the sun sinking. To
you I offer my hull and the tattered cordage
of my will. The terrible channels where
the wind drives me against the brown lips
of the reeds are not all behind me. Yet
I trust the sanity of my vessel; and
if it sinks it may well be in answer
to the reasoning of the eternal voices,
the waves which have kept me from reaching you.

- Frank O'Hara

I need a sponge roller and some sweet pajamas.

I'm eating my way through San Francisco, which is to be expected. Thursday was sushi, Friday was vietnamese, Saturday was mexican, Sunday was fondue for lunch and homemade smoked ribs for dinner. Who knows what today will bring me. Perhaps fasting. Nah, highly unlikely.

Last night, after a nearly perfect day (with the exception of rain) of eating and visiting with friends, after a nearly perfect weekend of a nice variety of...activities, I was really wishing to fly home today. But this morning I'm glad to have the day in front of me, most of it to myself and I plan on lots of walking alternated with sitting and reading. The sun is peaking out a little but I don't want to put too much faith into it since chilly rain is predicted all day. Which will make staying on the couch and watching their cable rather tempting and I must resist it at least a little.

Oh, on Saturday, I went to see the new Todd Solondz movie, Palindromes. It's fucked up, but that's par for the course with Todd. I will cheat and just point you here to read limenal's quick review that doesn't even have any spoilers.

That's all for now.