Home from London late last night, after a day that started in the UK with Jenelle and ended what seemed like a million miles away in Florida by myself. Today was a cruel return to the routine, even if only for a short week before heading out again, but really I wanted to be back in Russell Square bound for a museum or a park or a market or another train ride.
Message keeps getting clearer / radio's on and I'm moving 'round the place
I check my look in the mirror / I wanna change my clothes, my hair, my face
Man I ain't getting nowhere / I'm just living in a dump like this
There's something happening somewhere / baby I just know that there is.
~from "Born in the USA," The Boss
Wednesday, July 28, 2004