lest you all think that i only ever write about things and places and states of mind that none of you relate to, and about music that none of you listen to...

(or, as one friend summarized my last couple years worth of diary writing, "stood in front of the club. wished i were dead.")

... i'll write this entry about something that millions of people do. lately i've been fond of leaning out my window late at night, and looking at the stars. for most of my life, i've been convinced that i'm less able to see stars than other people are. people would point stars out in the sky, and i'd say: "huh? what? i don't see anything. honest." and i never could figure out any of the constellations at all. i liked to blame it on myopia. last night i was leaning out of my window, and i stared at the big dipper for a while, mildly surprised that it actually did resemble a ladle.