Thinking. Thinking I should be writing more. Thinking I should go see “Hunger and Thirst” this weekend before it closes. Thinking I spend too much time watching movies; thinking I never run out of movies I want to see. Thinking that “Soul Samba” by Ike Quebec is a damn fine album (and quite rare for its period in that it contains no Jobim songs). Thinking about the year 2000 disturbs me, yet comforts me: that memory of long-enough-ago-not-so-long-ago. Thinking about seeing Edward Albee on the BBC when I was on Thanksgiving vacation in Scotland with my family. Thinking about the fact that I don’t really care for my job, or hate it, or really think much of it. Thinking about finding another job makes me uneasy. Thinking that writing full-time would create its own problems. Thinking that I ought to skip lunch. Thinking I wish I had more friends, or better friends, or fewer friends. Thinking about my road trip from Colorado to New Mexico. Thinking about Andy. Thinking.