Tuesday, June 01, 2004
Quick Note
As I sat outside on my deck, swinging on my porch swing at 3:30am, eating a bowl of microwaved creamed corn (with salt and pepper and cinnamon) and drinking a chocolate martini out of a wine goblet, while listening to the unabridged novel "Fatal" by Michael Palmer on my MP3 player, it occurred to me that even with 6 billion people in the world, I was still unique enough to be the only person on the planet doing precisely that.
There's something kind of neat, kind of important, in this realization. Maybe tomorrow I'll figure it out.
As I sat outside on my deck, swinging on my porch swing at 3:30am, eating a bowl of microwaved creamed corn (with salt and pepper and cinnamon) and drinking a chocolate martini out of a wine goblet, while listening to the unabridged novel "Fatal" by Michael Palmer on my MP3 player, it occurred to me that even with 6 billion people in the world, I was still unique enough to be the only person on the planet doing precisely that.
There's something kind of neat, kind of important, in this realization. Maybe tomorrow I'll figure it out.
