lost in long beach

ick, i skipped work today. i don't think my boss is going to be happy. i just couldn't go. i called in last night, half cocked. i need the breather. i've been feeling completely beat up by work, so here i am, playing hooky.

so, one of my favorite movie's of all time is "lost in translation". the mad norwegian turned me onto it. and these days, i kind of feel like bill murray in that movie. i'm stuck. right now, i feel like i'm living in an empty hotel, the only guy at the pool. it's lonely out here in long beach. but i feel like i need to be away from my previous life. it's like being on permanent vacation, except you're hating every moment of it.

i don't know what the hell i'm trying to say. i've been trying to come up with a way to articulate this blog all week, but i'm failing terribly and there's nothing i can do, but end it.