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24 September 2008
8:58 am

oy oy if i don't say something now, there it goes, to the wayside. but i am kinda tired though on my second cup of coffee, cause i got up early this morning. i am trying to keep this trend running all week so i can go to the gym in the mornings and continue going to bed (relatively) early.

three flights to florida, not long, wearing a big floppy hat and my shoes eating my feet

arrival to florida, elise & michele in michele's car, like i hadn't missed a day, little bit of a strange adjustment, to chili's in tampa with students very excited about some game, GO BULLS every two seconds behind us

to michele's where kevin was redeyed on the couch and i was redeyed on the porch, suddenly overwhelmed, it faded in the dark as we went to sleep in michele's bed (kevin and i, not everyone)

to the beach, to the house, hurricane ike left us big waves for two days and dead jellyfish ALL OVER the beach. washed up jellyfish also meant washed up deeper seashells and i got some good ones. kevin built a lady in the sand. i started a compound that never finished. too much rummy, not enough building. the last day we had a sandcouch and a singalong in the dark. we sang all the special hits.

there was a fullmoon in the beginning of the week. kk and i laid on the beach and talked about the world and life and the future.

i saw jb and andrew and my grandma and sean and tony and his little dreddy headed friend. we went to busch gardens and i rode a few rollercoasters and looked at the animals and got tired as the day wore on.

we had many pelicans, there were like, fifteen of 'em all swooping around and divebombing the tons of fish. the waves calmed as the week went on. the last day we had stingrays, many, ten or eleven up by the shore, swimming all day, surfing the waves rolling in, like the pelicans in pairs diving for food, the big stingrays with the little new ones, swimming out to catch the next swell, and riding it in.

mario kart. i brought a lot of books and only got about 20 pages into on the road. but i did get to make everyone watch the holy mountain.

but on the plane back and now that i'm home, i'm almost all the way through the book, forgetting how much happens, initiating the flow of crazy words; this morning in my light slumber i wrote the kind of poetry i used to write before i started reading poetry and consequently stopped writing poetry because it's all a bunch of wankery.

here's to the nights we felt alive
here's to the things i've realised
here's to the things i've said goodbye
here's to the future
and my continuing to get up early, go to the gym, on time to the job i can't stand and would rather trade for a vineyard
and keeping a notebook on the bedtable
to write down the fragments that slip thru me mind
when the sleeping glass is half-full