On A Jet Plane, Even
2004-01-29
i'm sick. not as sick as before, but sick nonetheless. i'm flying today. clear skies all the way. travelling when ill ain't no fun at all, but i've been taking as good care of myself as i possibly could do, what with the moving and the snow and all that.
installed the firewire on the ol' pc on tuesday and fired up the ipod. so far so good.
still have to pack but flight doesn't leave for another four hours, so have plenty of time. just bought martin amis' yellow dog for the trip. have only read one chapter, but had forgotten how it only takes a few pages of his prose to dispossess you of the idea that YOU can write. this man is the shit.
au revoir and such. see you in february.
-finn
p.s. - the itunes music store is a dangerous place. proceed with extreme caution.
Previously:
Shiny Happy Person (or Something Like That) - 2005-08-19
Having Trouble Saying What I Mean With Dead Poets and a Drum Machine - 2005-08-14
Let's Rock! - 2005-07-27
Knock Me Right Off My Feet - 2005-07-22
Play or You'll Never Know - 2005-07-14
