Hello insomnia! Goodbye appetite! What gives?
Yesterday I went to the Body World exhibit at the Museum of Natural History. Now every time I look in the mirror I imagine a red cage of blood vessels just below the surface of my skin. (And yes Cecil, I noticed what you noticed, we are third graders on the inside.) The transparent fetuses in jars were pretty damn incredible. I took notes as I always do in museums. I never realized how testicles beneath the skin have long stems and look like inverted tulips hanging from a man's abdomen. I guess anything can be beautiful if you look at it the right way.
On my way to LA this morning for proClitvities rehearsals. A part of me wants to come home every night but I know that is a lot of driving. But, I have audiobooks and am into Allison Gopnik's The Philosophical Baby. Can I handle six hours in a car daily? Maybe. Can my back handle it? Probably not.
Oh Damien, I give my gun away when its loaded too. . .