it's 6am

and i just got back from taking two friends to the airport. they are going to Vancouver, and - if my recollection of time zones and the international dateline are correct - they should arrive in Canadia sometime two Tuesdays ago, 5 hours from now. but all this is besides the point.

the point is that i came home in a driving rain, listening to sad songs after an exceptionally poor night's sleep. i woke up (the first time) thinking that she lured me in with lollipops, and i tasted razors in the sound of the revelers outside my window at 1am, after dreaming of her, narrating my own nightmare.

when i pulled into my parking lot Wilco's "I Am Trying to Break Your Heart" was playing. i thought to myself: so true, so true...