my tongue tastes salty. i burnt the tip the other day, and now taste sticks to it. since i;ve been home i've listened to jeff buckley'sgrace and the buena vista social club nonstop, flipped through guitar tabs, and taken baths. once, i even lit a candle, and i also tried to sleep naked one night. i love buffalo, i hate buffalo. i like break, i hate break. i still don;t know what to do with time on my hands. when its mismanaged, i simply get annoyed, but nothing improves. i wish, when left to my own devices, i could create.