last night i began the search for the perfect tincture, and ended up at a thai restaurant with hirohito. i could not concentrate, and felt rather alone and despondent. there's this aching dull feeling in my chest and every street looks slippery.

my ability to communicate is rapidly declining.

i feel autistic.

on my way back i stopped in this tiny misplaced travel shop on a washington street. i say misplaced because i can't imagine the adveturistic spirit of fellow hobokians that would economically justify such prime real estate.

the properiter was nice.

i have this strange knack of being unable to articulate the slightest of things.

but after leaving i suddenly felt rejuvinated beyond recognition and i'm thinking, perhaps i don't need st johns or enlightenment or such and such, perhaps all i need is a little decent human contact.

obviously, i am desirious to do a little bit of travelling, if only for two weeks around europe.

and china?

i want to go back to school, and i might in the summer.
i also want to move out, which i can almost garuntee i'll do in the late winter / spring.

i am thinking inwood, hoboken, or manhattan. something close would be grand, but it does not matter.

my birthday passed on friday, and hence included some uncomfortable socailizing with my family. Surprisingly, the least offensive person to deal with was my brother. His apartment is absolutely gorgeous, as are his dogs.

i am going to see jessica in 3 weeks.