backlog

i have a backlog of things that
can't be said in 140 characters

that's the kind of month it's been

i've often said that some of the best parts of trips to
far-flung places
is not the stereotypical tourist destinations
but the simple pleasures of watching the sun set
or sitting on a park bench
or having a beer in an outdoor cafe
so part of the thrill in finally getting to move into the city
is in being able to finally use my own town
as my living room
in all those ways and more

not of course that i'm still not jonesing for a trip somewhere

i was in a record store last night
for the first time in a while
and not only was it hard to find anything
i wanted
but i realized that i could just as easily have bought anything
i did want
from my phone
in my pocket
for cheaper
without having to deal with a silly physical artifact that i don't want
but despite all that
why do i still feel like something's missing

despite having just turned 33 and
all my protestations
i don't usually feel old
unfortunately after a glorious 120 minutes of hard-played soccer
last sunday
i really fucked up my lower back for a week
it sucks to be full of energy
but have it hurt to walk
it's better now
but it was a sobering week.