stuck in rio.
came down on saturday to dj at a party(which was really fun, actually), then went to the airport on sunday to sit on the plane for 3 hours and then be told that the planeâ«s not leaving and to try back tomorrow.
ugh.
well, at least itâ«s rio and rio is a nice place and thereâ«re things to do here.
i still hate being stuck very far from home.
the homing pigeon instincts kick in and you find yourself filled with a magnetic longing to be home, even though home is often mundane, itâ«s still home.
but this is ok. the bedroom has these lightproof shutters and really loud air-conditioning, so itâ«s possible to sleep the sleep of the dead.
well, as a figure of speech.
sleeping the actual sleep of the dead might come with a whole host of negative associations, such as actually being dead.
who knows? maybe being dead isnâ«t so bad.
but suffice it to say that iâ«m not in any hurry to find out.
ok, iâ«m rambling.
stuck in rio.
moby
