Time to Take a Break!

California-bound, though I've got a stop along the way: Santa Fe. Several inches of snow await me, which to me seems weird.

I mean, it's New Mexico. When I think Mexico, new or old, I think desert. Hot, dry, desert. Like Palm Springs, without the stuffy rich people. Or the palm trees. Yet I'm headed into a snowstorm. Leaving NYC, which on Monday was 65 degrees, and still managed to snow lightly on Tuesday.

Yes! Snow! I had a snowball fight with my brother coming out of a bar on 4th Avenue in Brooklyn.

On some weird non-sequitur ish, I got myself a tiny notebook for trecenta median (sure I fucked the spelling on that one) dollares. This thing is so fucking small, I can't even type on it. I mean, I can, but only if you accept paired typing, so "t" becomes "ty" or "tr" depending on the sway of my fingers.

Seriously though, I highly recommend it. Solid state hard drive, which, unless I do my usual klutz shit, will last longer than I will. Weird to think about that. No matter. Asus EEE 901, dope, dope, dope ish. It also means I might blog once or twice from the road - but no promises, I'll be on vacation after tomorrow. Fight the tears, all four of you.

Where was I? Oh yeah, Mexico. I, of course, being totally ethnocentric and a prick to boot, forget completely about the Yucatan, which is like lush tropical jungle. For me, Mexico is like Cabo San Lucas - all fucking desert. Either hilly or flat, like in the movies, but desert. Like there isn't enough water in the entire country to support 100 people, much less the 100 million.

Oh well, it's just another example of my limited perceptions. I'm getting awfully used to them.

And with that, it's time to head out to fight it out with my p.o. (who's giving up no love), so I can get my travel permission and hop on a plane in seven hours. Fuck I'm up early!

I'm back!

No doubt, all four of you have missed me. I'm deeply touched, really.

While I would say that I'm happy to be back, truth be told, it was a rugged month - studying for the LSATs, only to tank the logic games section regardless. I don't know what's been wounded more, my sense of accomplishment or my sense of pride.

Incidentally, I did wind up with an actual wound - fractured another rib. No car, actually, this time it was purely a mechanical freeze up. Somehow, the crank decided to hiccup, just when I was powering my left leg down. So instead of the leg and pedal going down, my body went airborne, at which time I thought it'd be great to land on my handlebars chest-first. Actually, rib-first. This time, however, the rib that took the brunt of the damage is one of those mostly-cartilage floating ribs, so it doesn't hurt too bad. Except for when I'm taking the LSAT, and it's the only thing that can distract me from the white walls, flickering white fluorescent lighting, or the...

...okay, I have to admit, I had another problem. For whatever reason, there was like 100 beautiful women taking the goddamn LSATs yesterday in Manhattan. It was un-fucking-believable how many beautiful women were surrounding me. I was flabbergasted - where do they disappear to? I haven't met that many attractive attorneys.

Clearly, there's some void that none of us know about, a void that sucks in all of the attractive attorneys, and leaves us with fat, older, bald-headed white guys that hate humans. In other words, leaves us with who I'll be in another five years.

Just kidding. I don't think I'll go bald.

So I'm back! I'm leaving for California (once again) in about a week and a half from now, which means at least one more posting before I'm on vacation!