2002-03-02 & 4:01 a.m. : boots of spanish leather

i woke up at 3am after laying down at 7pm for a little nap.

i missed my whole god damn night god damn it.

but it's ok, i guess.

there's something amazing about the quiet at 3am in this town. i can hear the wind fly down the side of the mountain, i can even almost hear the boats in the marina. and then a train comes and smashes everything into beautiful crashing.

but i have to say, the greatest thing about this morning's quiet has been listening to 'boots of spanish leather' by dylan and watching the ceiling fan turn circles around itself.