It Has Come To My Attention

I realize now, my faithful readers, that I have been neglecting you. You spend your days, and possibly nights, wondering, is Craig OK? What is he up to? I must know more. And I appreciate that. I truly do. If I had a gilded placard, I would have your name inscribed on it. So as to quell any rising cries of abandonment, I will tell you what I have done recently, even if it is not so interesting. I have made mix CDs, and given them to people. Not in exchange for anything, just to do something nice. I accidentally gave the guy behind the counter at Peet’s Coffee in Orinda two of the same one, instead of one of each. I apologize, coffee shop guy. The next time I see you there, I will give you the real other one. I also left one for the sweet waitress at Herbivore, who is so apologetic, saying the food took way to long to get to the table, even though it wasn’t very long at all. Some I just left in public places, for people to find. I’ve looked at several apartments.  No one has called me back.  The most promising one, I think, will be the one I look at on Sunday.  One of these days I’m going to do the things people have told me to do, which are (in no particular order) 1)Drive Across Golden Gate Bridge  2)Get Drunk and Ride on a Trolly  3)Visit Lombard Street  4)Visit Alcatraz  5)Smuggle myself across the Mexican border.  These are all things I have truly been told to do.  Mostly, the point was to emphasize the last one.  Pretend there is a map right here.  Point A would be San Francisco, where I am.  Point B would be the Mexican border.  They would be the opposite of close.  You know, not close.  But, see, it’s still on my list.  So there you have it, more or less.