Okay, I am writing this on the Acela to Boston, and if you think that I didn't fling myself onto that train as it was leaving the station, you don't know me very goddamn well, do you?

No time for breakfast, either, and am staving off imminent starvation with great wads of the Juicy Fruit gum that I bought last night. I never buy gum, practically, so I must have had a premonition that I would need sustenance. On the other hand, you'd think that my premonition would have told me to, I don't know, buy some soda and Jax or something filling like that, but you really cannot count on premonitions, fickle things.

Anyway, I hope they have a dining car or this will be a mighty long four hours and twenty minutes. And if they do have a dining car, I hope that the food isn't crappy and expensive, but I fear that that is a vain hope.

And I am back from what I am informed was the cafe car, not dining. Which make sense, 'cause this is not the Orient Express, but it's all food. Or food-like substances. I had a fairly reasonable bagel, though, and a perfectly delicious Pepsi (the Pepsi level in my blood can only get so low before I start to hallucinate), and no longer fear that Shae and Rog will be looking around the station in vain, because I had just expired from hunger and had been flung off the train into a ditch, because they needed the seat.

I don't think that I got enough sleep.

Okay, this was going to be my entry for the 3rd, but there is so much about today and it being today, and now I'm going to talk about last night, and it will just be too complicated, so now it's 2 June Part II. The things that I do for you people.

The Painful Arm of Pain is much better today, and I don't know if it's because of the aspirin or the fact that the deluge has stopped. It actually still is raining a little, though, so it's probably the aspirin. Aspirin, the miracle drug!

It's amazing, though, you never realize how much you use your dominant arm until every gesture causes pain, and I gesture alot, seemingly. It's not like I never use my right arm, like it flaps by my side uselessly like an empty husk, but it's more my supporting arm, it does the broad strokes, and the fine detail work is done by my left arm. It feels weird to try to do things with my right hand, like wave and point, like people are going to look at me quizzically and say, "What are you doing?"

Last night I met Tracing and Amanda (and Jeff and her cousin from Australia) at Vynl and I ate as though I were in an Arabic restaurant, my left hand lying still in my lap and my right hand doing all of the work.

I love Vynl ("Vowels? We don't need no stinking vowels!"), as there is stuff like Thai food for people who like things like Thai food, and there are grilled cheese sandwiches for me. And, since they still have not brought back the creme brulee, I had lemon cake for dessert, which was absolutely the greatest lemon cake in the whole world. It was so great that I practically put my arm around the plate and snarfed it down, growling like Elvis when he thinks that one of the other cats is eyeing his dinner.

It was so great that they are certain to stop serving it soon, like the creme brulee.

Okay, I am going to take advantage of this four hours and twenty minutes with no distractions and do all of my back entries! Okay, stop that laughing, I really mean it this time!

See, there? I did one! And now I am only two from the week of no phone and great laziness, so there!

We just drove past the most lovely beach. It made me want to pull the communication cord so that I could have a walk up and down with my camera. I don't know if it was a lake or the sea, I have no idea where we are, outside of New England. Ah, the next stop is New London, CT. Is it on the shore? No idea. But that beach was something lovely to behold, even on such a grey day. Or possibly especially on such a grey day.

I'm watching part one of Pride and Prejudice again, because Netflix still has its claws in part two. I love having it play in a tiny corner of my screen as I write. I wonder why I never do it at home? Probably because I have a great big TV.

There's that water again. All rocky shores and boats and old jetties and pretty little white houses. It's like a story book. I really must come here sometime for a real visit. We're about to stop in Mystic. Or is it Mistic? One is the town and one is the drink, but for the life of me, I know not which.

And now, and now? Two whole back entries! Only one more to go! And of course my vacation entries, but hey, you can't ask for everything, you greedy things, you.

Now I'm watching Shock Corridor, my favourite film that my father ever made. This may be the first time that I've seen it since he died, I can't remember. It's so enormous and melodramatic and hilarious, Sam Fuller at his finest.

"I used to work in the women's ward, but the nymphos got to be too much for me."

We're pulling into the station soon, so I guess that it was only two entries in four hours, not all of them. Well, three if you count this one, and it's certainly long enough to count, I think.

Today's horoscope:
You feel pulled between the domestic front and the outer world today. Divide your time and energy as best you can.

One year ago today:
"You know the problem with this song? You just can't stay still! It's not that I want to dance..."

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