my brain is everywhere. everythings a distraction. i just need to do this one thing which is now two. which is bordering on three. and i cant.
all i think about is la quinta. its the one thing i really miss off of all of this.
this morning i woke up with a sore throat and i was like, whoops, there it is. dying. Rona. adios!
i wanna go to la quinta because they have too many pools and a roof deck where a night like tonight you could see every star and every star can see you and some of them say have you no decency? pants!
by now we woulda been there twice probs.
i traded up my air for a pro. i can see now without squinting. this is a real computer.
neil young has a song called “piece of crap.” after a while you learn that some things can be crap but the thing that you use every day, especially for work, should be the real deal.
air was fine but it’s for kids.
if i was at la quinta id take a long walk around the grounds, dive into a pool, then maybe another.
clear my head.
soak in a hot tub.
flash the stars on an outdoor chaise next to the out door fire place
pink floyd easing out of the iphone
amber inside snoring
and in the morning id wake with the sun and do this damn thing.
but tonight its just