leftovers

I left the windows wide open today to air out the apartment, and then about a minute ago I thought I heard rain; turned around and looked out the window and sure enough it's raining! How frustrating. It's raining too hard to ride my bike home and shut the window, but if I walk it will take an hour to get there and back, and I already took my lunch break. I guess it'll just have to get a little wet. I am so eager to get my hands on the new Electric Six album - I thought it would be at Virgin Megastore on Monday (the import release) but it wasn't, and Marc (my friend who works there) says it won't be in until Friday. I had one of the most amazing dreams last night. I have been really getting into this cognisant dreaming - where you realize that you are in a dream and manipulate it to get what you want out of it. In the dream, I was walking down Main Street in my hometown, Paradise Kansas. I then realized it was a dream and decided I wanted to be in Reykjavik ins

It's valentine's day and it's sort of chilly and I have a chill in my heart after reading "Shadowland" over the weekend. It's funny how a person can go through life and be surrounded by people who are so careless and thoughtless. Another thought: As much as I've grown to despise the homeless people, it seems as if they may be better off here on the streets of Hollywood than they would be in an institution. I am talking about the schizophrenic ones (which most of them seem to be). After reading about the conditions at Steilacoom where Frances Farmer was, and then doing some further research that suggests conditions are not much better today - well compared to that, the streets of Hollywood must be like a Sheraton Hotel.