2005.05.20
Things to do in Denver when you’re dead
I’ve been lucky for so long with airline travel that I’d almost forgotten what a real delay felt like, but here I am, stuck for another three more hours in Denver. I’m surrounded by people muttering to themselves about all the restaurants being closed — thank goodness I have half a heavenly margherita sandwich with prosciutto from Salumi and wifi, otherwise I’d go raving mad.
On the bright side, I used the time to finish up Sputnik Sweetheart, which really grabbed something inside me and took it somewhere. I’m feeling a bit split now, empty, like the characters in the book, and I know that I’ll have to think and re-read and dream before it all sinks in.
Also, I’ve started a story/entry called “Sumire’s Dream” three times now and nothing. Well’s run dry.
I’ve only one other book with me (Kate Bornstein’s Gender Outlaw) — and I was saving that for the plane, so this delay had better not last too long.
I’m so bored! Somebody entertain me!