missing music

There's something to be said for the big iPods. I've had a craving for Bruce Springsteen's My Hometown since I got here on Wednesday night (very late on Wednesday night I might add) but it's not on my wee nano. Struggling through a trial such as this make me a better person.

I'm not sure what to write. I'm 30. I'm sitting almost 2 1/2 miles away from the hospital that I performed my first gig. Boston's good. Good food, nice people and aside from a couple of thunderstorms yesterday, beautiful weather. I've been taking pictures like a tourist. I've been able to watch Sox games as opposed to just checking the results online. There's other stuff too, but I'm not quite sure how to write it without whining about nostalgia and all that. I'll work it out and post some pics as well. Later.

sorry

I want to write something, I really do, but I'm exhausted, still on UK time and need to get some sleep.

And I'm 30. I've been 30 for 12 minutes (Boston time, 5hrs 12 minutes London time) and no one's said happy birthday to me yet. Well, they've pre-empted quite a few times, but no chat on the day. So far. There's 23 hrs and 46 minutes to go.

Boston-bound

I fly to Boston this afternoon, a year and a day since my last visit. I've already got a boarding pass, thanks to the miracle of the internet and me not losing my booking reference. I haven't packed yet. I'm dreading it. Packing. The trip is warming on me. I love Boston. I've got some free time and no money, so I'll get a lot of writing done, take some pics as well. If I'm real lucky, I'll get my godfather to give me one of his season tickets to Fenway on Saturday. If I'm luckier there'll be scores of attractive single women at the wedding on Sunday.

I've not decided whether I'm bringing the laptop or not, but there'll be some posts no doubt.

Dinner last night was lovely. I failed to have a bad time, in spite of a brooding and grumpy day beforehand. It was sort of a birthday party. I got presents and everything.

sometimes

Sometimes you get home and even reading Calvin & Hobbes doesn't make you feel better.

Well, maybe a little better.

new numbers

13.8mm
Diameter of my iris

41
The age my brother turns today

12
The age my niece turned on Friday

5
Days until my birthday

30
Years-old on Saturday

3,272.45
Miles from home I'll be on my birthday

2.44
Miles from where I was born I'll be on my birthday

2000
Minimum number of words I'll write today.

1
Times I want to be married

10
Years before I start really worrying about not being married

1
Wedding I can't go to but wish that I could.

1
Wedding I'm going to and can't really work out why.

209.45
Pounds Stirling overdrawn from my UK Bank account.

2752.54
Dollars on my Visa card

752.54
Dollars over the limit on my Visa card

90
Pairs of disposable contact lenses purchased today

4
Times my t-shirt made me smile today.
My t-shirt has a picture of a smiling sun on it, underneath it just says 'shine on'. It's pouring with rain today.

?

What was I going to write?

It was something. Either about sleep, bad weather or BBQ's, but I can't for the life of me remember which. I went out last night and a good time in spite of fiscal issues.
Only six pints and I felt pretty rubbish today.

More and more friends are coming to crossroads and I wish I had a better map to lend them. But I don't. And, to be honest, I'm not far enough down the road myself. Yet.

Hangovers and more sloppy metaphors: typical Sunday. Go. Do something. Laugh.