My head: the last four days.

1. I tried looking up the medical diagnosis of the little white balls of chunky mini-vomit by googling "white balls throat" and didn't find anything conclusive; just some info on tonsilitis, some gay porn and a few people asking "what the fuck are these nasty things in my throat?" One guy said they were "tonsil crypts", and an ex-girlfriend told me you get them when you drink beer. But I just think she was trying to get me to stop drinking. It didn't work.

2. I've gotten a couple job offers and the reality of the situation is a little frightening. I'm comforted by a sense of reassuring complacency while living in town; my entire existence here is my safety net. I have a place to live, great friends, decent job, my family, lots of places to stay if I have too many beers on a Saturday night. There's no real urgency. If I fail at something here in my hometown I have my net to catch me, but as soon as I leave I'll be in a new, huge city by myself working to pay for stuff I already have taken care of here, trying to make it as a rockstar with a philosophy background and a crappy job. If I fail there, however, I'll splatter on the ground with my blood, guts, and pride oozing on Sepulveda Boulevard because I have no net. But I guess that's what it means to be an adult.........right?

3. There's more but I'm tired. I'll write tomorrow.