hanging out in my sister's room. my arms are tired. i think it's weird that emily doesn't eat the crust of the bread. but as long as she's giving it to me, who am i to complain? this bread is almost as sweet as free time away from The Island, which i am also currently enjoying.

radio latina can't hold a candle to either superestrella or viva. i miss the radio in chicago.

don't have a place to sleep yet tonight, but that's ok. i'm sure that sooner or later i'll be able to find someone with a couch. it's not like it really matters. i didn't drive all the way up here to sleep on a feather bed. or on a pile of money with many beautiful ladies. no, i came up here to carry some boxes, see some folks, and wander around.

i'm a man of means, by no means; king of the road.