The funny thing about it is, even when that doesn’t work. Even when sleep still won’t come, no matter how much you want it, you’re still not entirely awake.

Everything is shifted to the.. left a little bit. Even the emotions – this is a very good thing. The bad things are the touch of nausea, the sick feeling of being dehydrated. Small price to pay, I suppose.

Number 4 means nothing to me, but the number 4 means death in Chinese…

So I pull myself together and go to dinner with my boss last night – We drink Junmai Ginjo, Wondering Poet sake. Brings back memories. Everything is bringing back memories right now – My brain is locked into pattern recognition mode, pointing out everything and screams – SEE!!! YOU IDIOT!!

Yes, I know I’m an idiot. The fool. Fine.

Regardless, it’s still nice to know that, so far, my career is still moving forward in a positive way. It means as flawed as I am, I still haven’t failed at one thing.

This town is not my friend…

I want to see San Francisco one more time before I leave. I’m going to go soon. I want to walk the cool streets at night, drifting in and out of the night life, not a part of it, just a tourist, passing through. That city will always have my loyalty.

I’m sure it’s a lot like New York in that you can be alone and surrounded by a mass of humanity. It’s peaceful, in a strange sort of way… with the ocean air. I can walk golden gate park one last time before I leave – It’s been years anyway.

Waking up from a dream…

-G