i think i'm going to go do something now. maybe play golf. maybe call up a friend that i haven't seen in forever (or so it seems) but i really don't want to do anything. i just ate my chicken fontini and i'd really like to go back to my dreams of surrealist landscapes and hitchcockian plots and beautiful people dotting the ins and outs of everything. i don't really know what i'm saying. i'm just trying to get as much out as i can so that maybe just maybe the thing i'm looking for comes tumbling out in The Process.

i also wanted to say that sometimes i like to look at the cute little island and it makes me smile but what would make me smile even more would be a monkey or two.

i have a paul frank shirt that says something about a bookclub for the illiterate and on the back it just says "go read a book" and i love it because it is me.