The snot coming out of my nose is the same color as the background of my
e2 theme. Guess which theme i'm using!
Coupled with
my current lack of employment, the sickbed is an enlightening experience. My field of view has narrowed from the Seattle metro area to the street map pin-prick that is my
Capitol Hill apartment. The enforced isolation only adds to the sense of unreality that a good
head cold brings. All of this business is combining to pack my nose with something besides
mucus;
the odor of possibility.
It's time for a change, and I'm talking geographically here. My mind's eye is occupied by a map of the continental
US, pins stuck in cities of interest.
Atlanta,
Boston,
LA,
DC, even our beleaguered and beloved
NYC.
It's terribly tempting to just sell my shit, buy an
iBook, point my
bike south, and just go. It's still warm in the south part of the country, and $4,000 has a lot of go. Anything to avoid another afternoon of
watching the soaps.