i had Jim’s Original today for the first time in several months. i ordered a Polish and a fish sandwich, ate it sitting on the hood of my car, and everything felt okay for about fifteen minutes.
i’m making a few prints to donate to the oncology clinic. i figure a few safari photos is enough to repay them for saving my life and keeping me alive. sounds fair to me.
so i realized my body can’t bounce back from jetlag like it used to before leukemia. all i need to do is give myself more time to cool down between trips from now on and i’ll be okay, i think.
anyway, life (and this blog) will probably be a little boring now that i’m no longer traveling and/or introducing new and exciting parasites to my system. don’t change the channel, though; i’ll think of something. i do that sometimes.
ok, go ahead. i don’t care. sleep time!
now that i’m back in Chicago, i realize that six days in the Bay Area is really not enough and being half dead for those six days is even worse. nevertheless, i will be back; i just don’t know when yet and i’ll try my best not to fly in from Africa the night before.
ok, enough talk. sleep.
so i’m down here in San Jose now visiting my old roommate Ken for the first time since he moved to California from Chicago and i’m wondering why i waited so long. sure, we’ve met up in Las Vegas twice in three years but that hardly seems enough.
by being no more than himself, Ken’s made it onto the extremely short list of people on this planet i’d gladly take a bullet for. our lives have been fraught with despair and uncertainty but we’ve always been there to help out, encourage and occasionally light one another’s clothes on fire.
i’m sorry to have to say this, but Top Gear Australia kinda sucks.
i had never been a groomsman until today. i always wondered what it would feel like to have this honor bestowed upon me, to have a close friend put his hands on my shoulders, look me in the eye, and say “i want you to stand motionless with me in the hot Californian sun in a black suit for over an hour on a worm farm in Sonoma while i kiss my woman.”
so i took the BART to the airport today to meet the other groomsmen so we could drive up together to Sonoma for our friend’s wedding rehearsal.
apparently there are a lot of alcoholics up in Sonoma who grow their own spirits. after passing Infineon Raceway, we came across rows and rows of wine trees, their smooth, transparent fruit glimmering in the harsh midday sun. we arrived at last at a humble worm farm where we stood in those same conditions, my drug-induced delirium intensified by the merciless heat of the piercing sun. luckily, i was able to melt and achieve liquid form before solidifying again in a cool, dark hotel room.
so i’m not feeling terribly well at the moment; my body is still running on Nairobi time, the anti-malarials are making me delirious, and i have enough caffeine in my system to kill a lowland gorilla. my sanity is being stretched in three different directions and i fear it may canvas bag soldering gun BLOT BLOT BLOT.
on my way to San Francisco. hoo-rah. i’m tired.