Liquid Etchings
Tuesday, June 14, 2005
The Insomniac's Gift To Himself
Is a decent night's sleep. Your body appreciates something much more once it's been deprived of it for an extended period of time. Sleep, sex, and sustenance: your body reacts the same way. I've always said that I'd never pay for a prostitute, but I could spend three digits on a meal or a night in a hotel and night even blink.

This summer promises to be fairly exciting. I've all but given up on San Diego, but I will sell the house and move out of the 'burbs and back to the city. There's parties and weddings all summer long, bookended by a nice summer tour, with Tori playing the Greek at the end of September. Imogen Heap is the lead singer from Frou Frou, probably most noted for the song "Let Go" which showed up at the end of the Garden State movie.

The most ideal place for me to move is either Santa Monica (the Pacific Palisades side of it) or Sherman Oaks. The former will fulfill a long-standing desire, while the latter has only recently been established since my many treks across the valley in public transportation.
Etched by Ron / 6/14/2005 05:32:00 AM |
There exists a version
of myself that chose wisely, that saved the day, that won, that got it right. I am his approximation. I've rounded down.
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