I sort of kind of remembered. The next morning I was watching television and the thought fell back into my attention. I could tell it was the same thought because I recognized its face. It felt the same. It felt like I had been out at a party where I met someone and we got along really well and ended up spending a great deal of time together. Then we part, and the next morning I see her at the supermarket or something and the memories are fuzzy but still there and there is a flood of hormones telling me that this is that same person that you don't really know but you just met for the first time. It felt like that. Once I reaquainted myself with the thought I wasn't quite so impressed with its profundity, and I realized that I was a bit stoned when I came up with it. It probably would have worked out great if I hadn't misplaced it before getting to the keyboard to document it when it was fresh, but alas here I am not discussing an idea but the forgetting and remembering of an idea and the fruits of documenting them when they are fresh.

fuck it all. i am still bored as hell, lonely as hell, and i have no idea what the fuck i am doing. fixing my video camera has not yet changed anything. mailing out the record to a distributor has not changed anything. nothing will change anything except things changing. that's catch-22, baby. "The greatest catch there is."