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4:07 PM Wednesday, February 9, 2000

I think I've hit the hump. I'm in a slump. I just woke up and I don't know how I'm going to feel today but it's 4 PM and there isn't much day left to worry about.

I just dorked around trying to troubleshoot my internet connection and now it's 5:45.

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I felt OK yesterday. Had dinner at Ami's house. Stayed up all night editing video on my laptop. The hump I'm talking about is a couple weeks old now so I'm pretty sure it's there. Bored and lonely. Bombay can suck just like any place. I've got to get out. I can't be here any more. I went down to the train station and they said that a train to Varanasi is 28 hours. I don't know, maybe I'll fly. I don't really know where I'm going.

Didn't know where I was going with this journal entry either. Then Elliott Smith gave me some inspiration. On XO, he sings this song called "Oh Well, Okay", which, like when I was in Pushkar, I find myself saying repeatedly. The "oh well" of Rajastan was humorous consternation. I was confused but I was winning. Luckin'-out. That's changed.

Elliott adds "Okay" in sad resignation. The song's about some shit falling apart and disappointment and loss. F sharp minor seventh. I got up and I played it on guitar. Then I played it harder and faster. Then I yelled it. "if you get a feeling next time you see me, do me a favor and let me know, cause it's hard to tell, it's hard to say. Oh well. Okay." Unshaved face and fuzzy teeth.

Whew. Feel better now. But I'm still climbing hour upon hour through a total bore. I think I'll go skateboard. I feel like risking my life.