'its no fun to buy a subwoofer'

standing in the main library at a kiosk in boulder colorado.

i still feel awful, im not consistantly cramping and feeling nausous. the doctor has been called, but i wont hear from him until after 5pm tomorrow. im still not convinced its not an infection. or something. something in my body is very fucked right now.

boulder is nice, i flew in yesterday to denver, which happens to be mostly shithole. had lunch with andrea, ben pittman and his common law wife. then drove to boulder. today i slept, read, played gba and took a nice hour long walk in the cold. now andrea and i are running errands (surprise) and then should be shopping or something for a while.

im seriously debating throwing caution to the wind and having what is supposed to be 'really good pizza' for dinner tomorrow night. im not sure i can handle fish and bananas anymore.

its nice to be away from it all. except for the part where im away from roxy.

and i wish matthew would call. (ive mostly given up here, as he never ever returns my calls it seems - sorry to call you out on it big bro, but it seems true from where im standing.) im in your old stomping grounds and would love to hear from you while im here.

ok, time to get off this kiosk, which has everything super locked down (ctrl-n doesnt even open a new browser window, theres no menu for the browser, etc etc). time to party.