this is the first time i've come to the library without my bike and i feel really weird. my mouth is dry from the glass of shiraz i had with dinner and i can't seem to get my fingers to go where i want them on the keyboard. i think the ride here preps me for sitting and writing. i was half way out the parking lot and down the street when i noticed that there was something wrong with my back tire. at a glance i couldn't tell what it was so i had to catch a ride. now i get to walk back and worry about my bike. i really hope i don't need a new wheel, they're expensive! i'm trying to be really good and save money so when i leave this sun-drenched place in december i'll have to dough to go do stuff before i need to get another job.

i went and saw flogging molly on saturday in longbeach. i forgot how much i love shows. the energy of that many people together in the same room is mighty powerful. i thought i'd 'outgrown' the mosh pit, but as soon as the band started playing i was right there in the middle of everything. i couldn't stay away. the band starts playing and the people start moving and i'm a fucking super-hero. invincible, with cat-like reflexes, i always land on my feet. i'm running, jumping, screaming, laughing, sweating buckets, singing along. everything's moving so fast i can't even see where i am, but i can hear the music and feel the rhythm of the people around me. the feeling when it's all over is like driving a race car, or sex, or an awesome bike ride, so i guess i can add a really great rock show to the list of things that leave me weary, and energized at the same time. despite all of the sweat, dirt and bruises, afterwards i feel cleansed and triumphant.