my life right now: cheap vegetable soup, roy orbison, expensive cigarettes, singin' in the rain soundtrack, freud on dracula (...you think a straight antonio is rare, attempt trying to find a non-homoerotic vampire), buffalo 66, very strong coffee, intense desire for platform sandals, the gym (it's true, though unfortunately it is a place that must be shared with body builders), cool hand luke, 80's sesame street, ANNOTATED BIBLIOGRAPHIES, Ophelia's grave, financial woes, graduation robes, room-mate homicide (IE what happens when two out of four roomies become involved in long-distance relationships near the end of the semester), plots to make my hair very nearly primary red, sherlock holmes, sleep-as-means-to-escape-reality, cameras and short films and ideas, and so so so many pages of so so many scripts that the mind boggles. No alcohol, though yesterday I remembered my bottle of vodka and bemoaned the fact that smoking is not allowed indoors. I should like, for at least an evening, to be quintessential troubled writer at the typewriter surrounded by a cloud of smoke and a half-drained glass of liquor. Oh well, so many things to look forward to. so soon i will be a FREEBIRD, unfettered except by money, but once jobs happen (as they must) even that concern will be merely marginal. happy day, happy freedom, though also a bit sad.
in the words of ernie of the street, and my new life's philosophy, i would like to visit the moon, but i don't think i'd like to live there.
[i don't want to live on the moon song]