05.03.2005 / 4:46 p.m.

oh. meltdown. if it's not one thing it's another. where does it end? when does it end? does it end?
saturday night on the plane i watched the blinking dots from my seat miles above and wondered about what each one meant. who did they belong to? what were the stories? were any of them any better than mine? all of them?
this joke? it really isn't funny anymore.

then ... now