kerouac says

on sunday, after visiting the neighborhood we wanted to fall in love with but didn't, we stopped by some depressing co-op open houses and then bought some software.

each of us dorked out for hours with garageband, apple's new music toy. i'm sure it makes actual musicians squirm and ahem, but for those of us with no particular skills? it's magical. i sort of can't wait to be home alone with nothing to do. last night i made my own fake funk band.

it was a funny weekend. there was a disturbingly long-lived urbance in our harmony, which we got past, but not as easily as before. i had one of my first end-of-my rope feelings. i wonder, sometimes, if my sort of violent insistance on honesty and transparency isn't a selfish demand that my way of coping be the one we employ . . . but then i think: if there's anything it's okay to stick to unyieldingly, it has to be telling the truth. it shouldn't be so difficult to coerce/cajole/presto/chango someone into telling you how he feels. and to quote tom petty, i won't back down.

i did feel a lot better when things were back to normal, though. it's the best normal i've ever had.