I'm *this* close to start looking into those links that Madoka sent for Nagasaki. I'm *this* close to cutting myself off at the knees and looking into teaching English in Taipei *bleah*. I'm *this* close to taking what looks like TK's bait to inquire if there are any part-time employment ops at his firm back in San Francisco. I'm gnawing at my knuckles, waiting for it to rain. I hear train engines and waves breaking against the shore. I am no where near train tracks or water.
January 23, 1998 - The Speedway, Death Valley
