i miss my car. i miss being able to go home when i am done with work--not that i don't more than appreciate the generosity of my friends, especially with the price of gas.

i want to go to the beach and pick a bench--not on north beach... not even on south beach either, i think. maybe right in front of the roundabout.. somewhere, somewhere. and write. a lot. who knows what. i am in a writing mood. however, i know i have to go home and pack--even though all my available boxes are in nick's car. ha.

tomorrow i have off. and he is calling in sick. so there will be plenty of time for writing and boxing and all the whatnot there is to find.