Yeah, whatever, so I’m not so good with routine. That can hardly be a surprise.
I had big plans, for routine, while traveling. So I’m not good with the rational thought and reasonable expectations, either. In fact my ability to learn from past experience may be quantitatively inverse. At the least it is qualitatively perverse.

Depending on when you think I began this trip, I have either been traveling for 14 days or 24 days.

On December 10th I left Los Angeles, the city I have called home since February. Though truth be told, it was more like a base of operations, as I was still traveling to SF once a week at first, and later spending every other week up there, it seemed.
And essentially I’ve been couchsurfing since November 1, 2007, when I was evicted from the studio space I had been living and working in for four (or five?) years. That, btw, whether four or five, was the longest I have ever been in one place in my 42 years of life. As a child, we never lived anywhere for more than two years.
Naturally, when I did finally live somewhere for awhile, I did so illegally.

Tangents, that should probably be the name of this travelblogue. But it’s not.
Those of you who know me will forgive me the tangents and the rambling and overwriting and general disorder that reflects t