:: Saturday, May 01, 2004 ::

I am officially a nomad. I type in an internet cafe. I take clothes from the trunk of my car. I eye the price of gas at local stations and honk in support of striking HEU members.

I sort of wish I had a bed to nap on. But so goes the life of a nomad.


~song~ Some random Jazz mix in this cafe... I'm starting to think I don't really like Jazz. Hmm.

:: Katy 3:42 p.m. [+] :: ::