not looking forward to seeing sarah in a bit. been sitting around all day wondering how working at borders will be. worked out a bit. just. a. bit. here. and. there. sort of hungry. but theres nothing good left to eat. dont really feel like eating. dont really feel like doing anything. except. getting. my. money. and i hope its come by now. and will come by now. but. with my luck itll wait a few more days. and days. and hopefully not. weeks. ill lose my mind. defo. the thought of las vegas is just as brutal as the sight of it. to see something so very different then where youre from is. astoundingly. rage. pure rapture. to feel. it capture. your heart a new. a feeling. so. true. i could go on but my poetry has hit bad times lately. lame. times. lately. maybe im not trying hard enough. no. i know. im not trying hard enough. and. i would like to write a book. but. i dont know if i could stick it out. the same subject. all of the time. i do not know yet. now im trapped watching soap operas. all my children. the young and the breastless. and so on and so forth. dream worlds that i cannot even taste. nor do i want too. i would like to create something so appealing and reeling that it would be irresistible. to the touch. but. creating such a thing is a stroke of luck. and a bit of knowledge. mixed together. in the perfect amount. of dust. i need more friends. i need a friend here. i hope "they" send someone. new. and. not. due.