So there I am leaving the store with my new The Strokes cd and my new Ryan Adams cd and I'm thinking wow, you know, I have more in common with a 14 year old boy than a 33 year old man.

It was not a cheering moment.

I'm lost. Floating. Drifting.

I'm trying to make sense in a word that has no sense to be made. And even though I know this, I still keep trying.

Nothing warms me, nothing cheers me. Sometimes... I forget to blink.

I need to sleep.

For about a 1000 years.