i'm slammed with work. and i love a good volunteer position that requires so much of your time it should be a salary position.

john is home from scotland for the week. i went to memphis to see him at the airport and he's all euro trash and stuff (this is actually a good thing.) so tomorrow i'll make the dreaded trek and appearance in louisville and smoke cigars with the only one who can make me do such a thing.

i'm at my coffeeshop right now (my doesn't imply ownership, merely employment) but i'm off the clock and writing. in other words, i live here. as does the rest of the staff. we complain while we're slinging lattes that we are here, and yet reappear the moment we aren't scheduled, as if this is our favorite location to pass the time. i've been here the past 2 days (both my off days) writing articles and working on film fest duties, and its been a good time. tim has enough off the wall theories to keep the world spinning, chad is constantly shoving new music in my face, kathleen is searching for any outside opinion or idea that she can entertain at least three times, and sebastian lets me stare at his tattoos. and here i am today, with all these people and their stories, and i want to hear none of them. i don't want to be talked to. and while staying home where no one lives and can interrupt my sadness seems to be a reasonable alternative, i don't want that either. its the kind of mood that begs to be left alone and begs not to be all at once. the catch 22 of suck.

roxford

i can't shake this good mood. not that i'm trying. i got a job at oxfordtown writing about the crunchy tunes that keep showing up in this town. this makes job number tres, and my social life may be dwindling. but i do get to hang out with the likes of girltalk so nobody's complaining.

also, i'm going to london in may. but before that, backpacking the rest of that continent. yeah. my life just gets better and better.

i keep forgetting i have this blog thing. and then when i remember i have it, i forget the things i need to say to make it a good one. if i ever remember both at once, this will be a party.

peace. and no genocide.