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What is it with drunken updates? The sober self does not bother with these; he has nothing to say to the public and anybody in particular. The drunken self may say; "HEY, RANDOM SELF EXPRESSION!! WHY NOT?" and will flow the words as they spill from the fingertrips from the brain, only stopping from noticable spellling and grammatical errors.
The life of mine has been expended in a thousand different directions, lately; soon I hope to consciously consolidate and focus this expenditure into a direct stream of purpose.
Tonight I went against my judgement of "I HAVE TO BE UP AT 5AM" into "BOWLING WITH COWORKERS, OK!!!" and went with them, as so felt so natural and alright at the time. Is is so bad, should I feel guilty subsisting on less than 4 hours of sleep? nah. As the legendary P.S.O of clipper say; "it is a job best done hung over." not that I entirely agree; I very much appreciate my sobriety. however, sporadical fits of spontaneous drunken revelry (upon my personal experience) have only done me good (as long as I feel that it's really in my truly best interest to do so).
I'll take a nap on m 5 hour layover tomorrow. should do me good.
Seems like there is so much to process and focus upon, centralize. That'll happen in a few days;, I feel. I am energized beyond some measure of conscious control, currently. The lesson is surrender and trust.
Assimilation..... the wedding in Bellingham at the Deming Log Show Grounds (oh; the memories!), Lisa's wonderful party; developments upon the work/social scene; strange monumentuous familiar changes; whatever. the usual. drastic amorphous reality. what'll be my filter next month? !!@!!
Uhh. Now I'm thinking; What am I even rambling about? I've just been typing and saying things on the fringer of my mind. I suppose they've all done their job. Time for me to go to sleep. Tomorrow is my friday. Shenanigans.
love,
r.
The life of mine has been expended in a thousand different directions, lately; soon I hope to consciously consolidate and focus this expenditure into a direct stream of purpose.
Tonight I went against my judgement of "I HAVE TO BE UP AT 5AM" into "BOWLING WITH COWORKERS, OK!!!" and went with them, as so felt so natural and alright at the time. Is is so bad, should I feel guilty subsisting on less than 4 hours of sleep? nah. As the legendary P.S.O of clipper say; "it is a job best done hung over." not that I entirely agree; I very much appreciate my sobriety. however, sporadical fits of spontaneous drunken revelry (upon my personal experience) have only done me good (as long as I feel that it's really in my truly best interest to do so).
I'll take a nap on m 5 hour layover tomorrow. should do me good.
Seems like there is so much to process and focus upon, centralize. That'll happen in a few days;, I feel. I am energized beyond some measure of conscious control, currently. The lesson is surrender and trust.
Assimilation..... the wedding in Bellingham at the Deming Log Show Grounds (oh; the memories!), Lisa's wonderful party; developments upon the work/social scene; strange monumentuous familiar changes; whatever. the usual. drastic amorphous reality. what'll be my filter next month? !!@!!
Uhh. Now I'm thinking; What am I even rambling about? I've just been typing and saying things on the fringer of my mind. I suppose they've all done their job. Time for me to go to sleep. Tomorrow is my friday. Shenanigans.
love,
r.