9:51pm :: Damn this neglected journal. I've been sitting in fast food joints the past few days, watching the day turn to dusk, and the shine on the Santa Catalinas slowly changes in tint. I think I look at the mountains like a nude woman, not in a sexual way, but in awe, admiring the beauty, the countours, the subtle imperfections and inconsistencies. The best part is, they are so close and in my own personal domain.
I got drunk last night and planned a trip to Los Angeles in late January or early February, with stops by the great Colorado River and the Salton Sea. In Los Angeles, I plan to finally take the boat ride out to Anacapa in order to see what I've been imagining for over a year. This may not happen though. I thought about also going to Las Vegas, but this turns out to be almost the exact same distance, and I have no possible free accomodations there.
Enough of this. I definitely need to pick back up a book and begin reading again. I'm just devoid of ideas and creativity and have to resort to this mindless dribble about plans and dreams. Fuck it.

11:28am :: Just before going to work there is always this intense rush to do what you had put off the entire morning. I am enjoying this late schedule, but I think I would sacrifice it in a heart beat for something with a little more pay. I like this town in which I now live more every day because every day there is something new to see, besides the now almost routine beauty of the Santa Catalina and Tucson mountains ranges lying within view of both my apartment and workplace. I have applied for a position at the Windmill Inn across the street from the Starbucks where I now sit and they called me back the next day wanting to schedule an interview. Very promising. I'm happy with my current job, but like I said, I would sacrifice it in a heartbeat. It's hard to believe it's been over two weeks since I wrote in this. Any creative energy which I can put into my limited writing ability has been thrust into the lonely crowded west, which comes closer to a reality every day. Shuai ge is now on the server, and this has now become my mission: to finish it and to have it be at least somewhat close to my vision. working calls and I must leave this pre-emptively festive coffee shop for the drab, flavorless call center.