My sleep schedule is all screwed up again. I’m staying in Rowan’s basement apartment for the night. Staying. Not sleeping.
I worry abut how I spend my time – about how I don’t ever seem to have the will-power to tear myself away from some of the really useless stuff I spend my time on. As if I didn’t have enough of that already, I managed to download (by mistake! I swear!) a Commodore 64 emulator which allows me to waste time in a fashion almost identical to the way I wasted time when I was about ten.
Nostalgic, yes. Of course, there is also a sort of satisfaction to gained from the fact that I’m sitting here playing C64 games on the “Ultimate Gaming Machine” Alienware laptop. It’s cute, really.
Do I have a response to the idea that the Trip is a delay of growing up? Not really. If travelling in a Saturn makes me a kind of Peter Pan and Heather my Wendy, I’ll enjoy that while it lasts with few complaints.
