i'm going west, but i'd rather go south

i'm waiting for laundry to dry and then i'm going to pack my suitcase for what feels like the 30th time this year. at this point, packing takes me about ten minute. i've been having nightmares of click tracks and bad midi cables, grounding issues, time constraints and distance sucking the smiles out of a good time. I'm very tired, and when I say tired, i mean exhausted, all the way down to my kidneys and other internal organs that support my life. also, it doesn't help that when I turn on NPR I get to hear about racism in the political arena and governors who pay insane amounts of money for sex, and then he apologizes for it with his wife at his side, so Clinton-esque! Although, a lot of politicians are racists, a lot of them pay for sex, they pay for votes and they blackmail, and they lie and all that great stuff that elected officials like to do. so i've been sliding down this cynical slide for the last 5 years of my life, i think it's all connected with reading books like "Deterring Democracy", or reading Ecclesiastes.

I should get in my car, clean the insides of it, fill it with gas and drive south, and further south, and try my best to close my eyes while I pass South of the Border, hold my breath while I cross the small bridge into Florida, pay close attention to the road signs in Jacksonville and end up on Lake Ivanhoe with a stomach full of sushi and a gut full of wine. Sushi makes me drunk, wine will just put me to sleep. i feel filthy, i am rotten.