I once had a fleeting dream to drive to the Arctic Circle, but with the car misbehaving and money so damned tight, it looks like this dream may have to be put on the back burner.

Wouldn't it be neat, to drive all the way across the unpopulated northern stretches of Canada just to eat a sandwich or write a poem at the arctic circle? Maybe I could take a few pictures, throw a snowball?

Send a postcard.

The semester is winding down, still much to do. Papers to grade and conferences to attend, but I'm staying alive and in no uncertain terms.

Unwavering.

Been depressed about the woman situation; it's been a month and a half since my last good date, been a year since I've been in love. Not to say that I haven't been trying - that butt wipe from L.A. keeps blowing me off and the online services have only produced burnt-out shells of women for me to date. Maybe the default settings are incorrect. Maybe I have to drive to the arctic Circle. Maybe it's a long way down and I'm stil falling. Maybe I should write more.

Not that I have anything against burnt-out shells of women (or men), I just don't want to date them.

WHAT WOULD BUKOWSKI DO?