Strange weather...

I started listening to Tom Waits and he's made a horrible mess of everything. My taste in music is in shambles. Suddenley everything seems like a bad morning in the 9th ward. Or a dark dream with smiling graves stones and a macabre carnival of characters. Then again I might be just drifing through Americas diners and roadways, like some ghostly traveler. Whatever is going on in my head it probably wears a hat of some kind and likes to throw glitter.

I'm trying to write a paper but it's a beautiful day and I'd rather take a nap under my open window, drifing away while clouds roll overhead.