I woke up today at 7:40 a.m., ground some coffee beans, and brewed a pot. I don't drink coffee, so that was kind of fun. Three other men showed up separately at my apartment: 8:30, 8:40, and 8:45. We sat down to have a talk. They drank my coffee. It was okay. 10 o'clock came quickly, and each of the men decided to leave for church. I did not. I instead took a very slow shower, 30 minutes at least. I got out of the shower and stared at myself in the mirror for 10 minutes and put on some boxer briefs (Maroon. It was the only color left. Why do they even put maroon in there?). I walked upstairs and sat down at my computer, checked my email, listened to some talk radio, and practiced the same riff I've been playing for the last week on my guitar. My neighbors are humming it through the walls now with me whether they like it or no. I waited for a phone call from a Friday night date for a follow up lunch. I thought about going to lunch on my own and put some jeans on, but then laid down on my bed.... No socks! (It's always hard to go from no socks to socks. No socks always has more intertia.) Started reading again. Read for 10 minutes until the chapter had ended. And I kept reading even though I didn't have the energy for another chapter. I made it about 4 pages in, but dog-eared the first page of the chapter I had begun. I thought about dying. I read everybody's blog but made no comments. Sorry. I was in one of those mouse only moods. Thought about going to lunch by myself again. Decided to wait until most restaurants had emptied their sunday school luncheons. Picked up my guitar. Played "Be Kind to Me", the way I would if there was large group of friends sitting around, sing along style. Wrote down lyrics to five songs that I had previously noted as good songs to cover last year. Put on socks and boots. Accidently found a good shirt in the bathroom, thin and old and soft. Put on my grandad's flannel insulated shirt. Walked into the bathroom again. Noted that my hair was getting long and that I should for once in my life allow it to keep growing freely. It looks kinda wispy like a young robert redford. Robert Redford in The Natural. Went for a walk. Walked for an hour. Thought about how I could just keep walking. How at any time as long as I was walking I almost always felt good because I could always just keep walking in a straight line. What's to stop me? I went to Blockbuster after drinking a smoothie and asked for a movie which they did not have. The clerk asked me who was in it. I said I didn't know, it starts with a K and sounds like Andalar, I said. He asked if I'd like to join the Blockbuster subscription club. No thanks, I said. You could get the movie you want if you subscribe, he said. No thanks.

Called my Friday night date to arrange for lunch this week. Left another one of my prototypical messages. Call me back, I said. It's 9:30, I said.

And now I have one wish. I wish that my room would break off the side of my house like a goodyear blimp and drop in the Colorado river. I'd float down the river. I'd wave to the kiddies for the first mile or so, but then I'd just sleep. And I'd just keep rolling along like that until I hooked up with the next thing.