So it's settled...
I'm writing a book...the title is unknown...it's a non fiction memoirist adventure into America and regionalism. I'm going across America to study the behavior of individuals...
It's hard to describe what I want to write about it...because I'm confused as to what exactly it's about...regionalism is what I say, but who knows. But that's it...I'm writing a book. It makes me feel good that I'm actually writing something, a book...to discover America...to find out why we function in this world of chaos?

I went to Philly to visit Sean...we did nothing...and it was awesome...his roomy really is an asshole though. I feel bad for Sean.

My drive back to CT was filled with Americana memories...long lines in women's bathrooms, a Nathan's hotdog, a guy that pumped my gas was overly excited about his job...

It made me jealous for one moment