The Beach
4:11 PM, Sunday afternoon. I like water gardens. They are soothing and beautiful and always fascinating to watch. Of course, cleaning out the filter and pump (if you have one) is a grimy job. But it makes the fish happier. And, now that I’ve said that, I’ll say this: I have nothing to say.
Boy am I looking forward to getting down to the beach. I need to lay back, drink a Margarita, and soak up some…inspiration. You ever get the feeling that you have to make some major changes in your life?
Me too.
— JWR, 1997
EDITOR’S NOTE: The date on this entry (and on all of the “I Have Nothing To Say” entries) has been arbitrarily assigned to preserve the sequence that they were originally posted in. All were written in 1997 but, at that point, I was only identifying my journal’s entries by the time at which they were written.