Fergie mentioned me and, more importantly, *linked* me in his diary.

Which makes me think of California.

Which makes me think of that moment last weekend as Joy and I drove up to S.C. where I suddenly felt like I was in L.A., when we were driving under the 85? 285? and there were all these highway ramps passing through one another in and out and it looked like L.A. It looked futuristic.

I re-read my travel journal from Puerto Rico and it turns out, it's not that great. Only a few stories worth mentioning, the rest is just a record, really, of where we went, what we ate, who we met. Quite a tedious read, actually.

It's quite a blow, in the sense that I realize now that my usual writing is quite...average. For some reason, I had it in my head that this travel journal was not only well written, but highly amusing.

Hrm.