i don't really need to know my commuter bus number yet - why am i so anal?

just before two a.m., am printing out directions for various places along the way that will be my temporary autonomous zones. am also slightly freaking out about actually living in seattle, like, how the hell am i going to figure out the bus system? of all my beloved forms of mass transit, the bus is my least. it's still a dumb, lumbering above ground fossil fuel traffic jamming skycraper on wheels, so sickingly 19th century they should be pulled by mules. okay, i digress.

am off tomorrow - incommunicado and lovin' it 2004 for one week. where will i get my mail? what if the new xxxx CD comes in? what if news happens but i don't know? just kidding, blog fans, no one even mentioned to me that ray charles died, and if that ain't evidence of the drop off, dunno what is. yes yes, most def in wildwood for three weeks. learn a lot, get out of my head, but then freaked that i am so, and that it's so easy to.

so thanx to all the lovers who sent mix CDs - i will burn through them like crisp asphalt. tomorrow we go to knoebel's beauteous old-fashioned amusement park. viva la roadside!