this is what my phone looks like all day btw (i love it)

5:20 am here in new york city and i am lying here in the dark sighing of course

josef manés

I am supposed to be in Chicago right now, but it’s Too Cold to film outside . . . today in Chicago it was all of 20 degrees (-6.66°C), and tomorrow will be much of the same. I can’t very well ask Gayle and her Clown Guild to work in those conditions! And so I am staying in New York till Wednesday night or Thursday morning, whichever bus is cheaper. Hey, it’s OK with me . . .

Eventually, as in Very Soon, I need to figure out how I’m going to get to California from Chicago. I have thought about driving, but that’s a lot of driving, about 2,000 miles (3.2km) of rough road across Illinois and Iowa and Nebraska and Colorado and Utah and Nevada to get to Los Angeles. Oakland would be even farther by about 100 miles. I’ve done both trips before . . . I could do it again! Maybe I will. I don’t know yet!! I’d definitely do it if I didn’t have to do it alone. But of course I will be alone. I’ll sleep on it!

Anyway . . .

It’s raining like hell outside and I’m hungry, so I reckon I ought to BRAVE IT now in order to eat . . . at least it’s well above freezing here in Ridgewood.

Man! I’m writing and filming stuff and hanging out with people and having a strange-good time otherwise. You know??

Listen:

I LOVE IT . . .

elliot in repose

. . . I’m in big trouble!

Monty fainted at the bar tonight. Her eyes went blank and I watched her begin to slide down the wall near the pool tables. I ran over and grabbed her arms and yanked her up. She had no memory of blacking out and seemed confused that I was holding her and that everyone we’d come with was now surrounding her like a phalanx. After that she was OK . . . but it was scary as hell.

Now she’s with her boyfriend John at his place not far from here . . . I’m in her bed in Ridgewood listening to the trains go by in the darkness. Above my head is Bilbo’s little shrine. I miss him and wish he were asleep on the pillow next to me like he always used to. Poor Bilbo.

Tomorrow I will wake up and perform a secret task, and then head into the city to flirt with a cute bartender and see a play. What happens after that I’m sure I don’t know . . .

LATELY . . .

(most of this post brought to you by CDS . . .)