December
I can't believe it's December 2001 already. This year seems almost nonexistent to me.
After being out far too late last night (Service Bar, Liberty Noodle, Zubar, and so on) I decided (with the help of the awful hangover I woke up with) that tonight I'd just chill around the house.
So, here I am at my desk at about 10 pm — all the lights off in my apartment except for my little Christmas tree, the vertical blinds all open so I can see the freeway traffic, and Harold Budd and Brian Eno's Plateaux of Mirror on the CD player.
It's a very tranquil moment, to say the least.
After being out far too late last night (Service Bar, Liberty Noodle, Zubar, and so on) I decided (with the help of the awful hangover I woke up with) that tonight I'd just chill around the house.
So, here I am at my desk at about 10 pm — all the lights off in my apartment except for my little Christmas tree, the vertical blinds all open so I can see the freeway traffic, and Harold Budd and Brian Eno's Plateaux of Mirror on the CD player.
It's a very tranquil moment, to say the least.