saturday january 13 2000    |    2:14 a.m.

this is not an entry.

this is something like a pre-entry. i have a lot to write about, and a lot to throw into my suitcase, and it's two in the morning, and i have to be up for another round of airport-hopping at eight in the ay-em. that's six hours. yeah, my groggy little brain can still do the basic math.

tomorrow -- no, later today -- i will write from the cornfields. extensively. i will wish them away and write. i will try to banish "new york, new york" from its perma-loop setting in my head. i will sneeze away the accumulated dust bunnies and smoke cigarette after cigarette in my room, and be relieved i won't have to stick my arm out the open sliding glass door to do it.

and i'll write those e-mails i resolved to write. and make those mixtapes i resolved to make. just give me a little time.

but yes. the entry comes tomorrow. steely dan quote and all.