ok, arrived in london.
went straight to bbc. did nice interviews. slept.went to rehearsal.
now i’m back at the hotel and i’m tired again.what’s wrong with me?
i just woke up 8 hours ago.
hmmm…it’s a conspiracy.
ok, i’m going to bed even thought it’s only 1 a.m.i feel like a woosie.
moby

i’m in milan.
and i’m sick.
ill, for those of you with a uk background.
avec le flu, for those of you with a rudimentary quasi-french background.
con pollos de enfermo en mi cabeza.
yes, translated that means ‘with chickens of illness in my head’
see, the fever is making me:
a-delirious
b-poetic
c-_______(insert adjective/insult of choice here)_____ and i was supposed to go meet friends in milan, but i’m sick as a dog so i have to stay in and be nice to myself so i can do interviews tomorrow. so now my friends in milan hate me. everyone hates me. you hate me. it’s a big conspiracy. i’m going to go and take a bath and put bread-rolls in the bath and pretend that they are my friends, and i’ll give them names and draw faces on them.
it’ll be like the scene in gummo where the boy eats spaghetti in the bathtub.
i have a friend who cries whenever she watches that scene.
it is pretty sad.
at least i don’t have to worry about my bed bouncing around at 8 in the morning.
or maybe i do. who knows, maybe they’re doing construction in the room adjacent to mine here as well. like i said, it’s a conspiracy and you’re all in on it.
you and those alien bees.
-moby

now it’s just getting weird.
it’s january, correct?
and january in the northeast is traditionally a time of snow and ice and freezing rain, correct?
well i just went outside and it’s sunny and warm. but it looks as if it’ll get down into the 50’s by tomorrow, so that’s reassuring… i know that there’s precedent for a ‘january thaw’, but if nothing has frozen this winter then how can there be a thaw?
there were bees on my roof yesterday!
bees!
poor, confused little bees. dusting off their summer clothes and flying around. uh, excuse me mr. bee, but it’s january. you should probably go back to sleep.
and the trees are starting to bud. ditto for the trees, go back to sleep.
ditto for me, i should probably go back to sleep. but for some reason i’ve been having a hard time sleeping as of late.
fascinating news, huh.
and if the bush administration has nothing to hide, then why don’t they release their documents to the gao? for the gao to sue a federal entity for the first time since the signing of the declaration of independence is a pretty big deal.
but the bush administration is saying that they don’t need to turn over the documents. well, if the documents aren’t incriminating, why not just turn them over? just curious. it seems a bit fishy to me.

now i’m going to go outside and bask in the disconcerting (but lovely, sorry) fruits of our screwy energy policy.
it’s all related somehow. global warming, enron, bush administration energy policy, war in the middle east, oil pipelines, etc.
just call me a conspiracy theorist.
time to go talk to the bees and tell them to go back to sleep.
ok, not a conspiracy theorist, a bonafide crackpot.
-moby