Saturday, October 05, 2002
Trying not to miss Oct. 4th. That is, trying not to let it slip by without a post. Here I am in Atlanta again, two doors down from the same hotel room I had last weekend. Street noise through the open window to remind how much Birmingham is not actually a city. I'm getting this odd feeling that I don't truly live anywhere these days. Hotels. Friends sofas. The van. That apartment I'm in the process of moving out of, but none of them are home. It's a weird time. I look forward to future calm, which must come soon.
Actually, what's really freaky about this room is that it's the mirror image of last weekend's room. Same awful pictures on the walls, same furniture and beds, everything, but all of it facing in the opposite direction. Last weekend's room in a parallel universe, or last weekend was the parallel and this is the real one. Either way. Infinite possibilities.
So . . . Lani, Gigi, and Paul made it safely to Atlanta and the Tower Records signing went tolerably well. Still, I'm actually looking forward to Monday, when I return to my wretchedly monotonous life as a writer. But first, there's the big Farscape party at The Chamber tomorrow night. There are actually a few fans perturbed that the party's being held at a fetish club. Only a few, but it strikes me as quite entirely silly. As if Farscape hasn't played the fetish club card again and again. Anyway, I'll be there as a Nebari, of course. It's nice not to have to be human all the goddamned time.
Oh, and I'm not even going to get started on the drive today, what with the redneck caravans to the Talladega races and the last tattered shreds of Lili.
Maybe on Monday I'll even talk about writing again.
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