watching expired appliances align

sunburned

i sunburned the shit out of my feet yesterday at coney island. it's probably not the right thing to do, but right now i'm typing while paper towels dipped in cold water lay around my ankles. okay - there's the truth. i sunburned the shit out of my ankles and not my feet. i used lotion on them, i swear. and i still think i'm going to try to go back to coney island next weekend. i have to. it's so relaxing there. sitting on a martha stewart towel. watching everyone. reading a book. having a hot dog from nathan's.

didn't watch basketball tonight. i think that aspect of my life is past. does that mean i can be more creative now?

this getting sunburned stuff really sucks. i wore socks and shoes today and don't know how i did it.

somehow this past weekend just disappeared. i didn't send any email. i didn't clean anything. i went to coney island and burned my ankles. last night i saw some comedy at ps 122. then had a hamburger and a beer with some friends. a quick cab ride to brooklyn and all was right with the world.

and this coming week? who will i think about? why can't i stop thinking about...