summertime-y snowday
at a barbeque the other night, my friend helped me put everything in perspective with one sentence: "you know, a lot of people have worked there that didn't get champagne toasts on their last day."
also, dogs rawk.
and hangin out with Shakespearean actors and ten year old androgynous kids will make you insane. even if it seems cool at first.
...gardening is a habit i miss a lot and would like to continue in the future.
...and trying to learn how to make soup, because you just can't buy good soup here.
....been listening to Failure and The Cure far too much lately, as well as Cornershop and Tomahawk.
most importantly: quittin my job has motivated me like crazy. before all i did all day was read books, hundreds of books, and occasionally cum a few words poetic or prosey. since monday, i've begun work on a collage/mix media/painting i've wanted to do for a coupla years, tried cleanin up an old short story as well as started to record all these songs layin around and finish an epic poem thing that is a long overdue christmas gift....
there is also yoga and running again. and my struggle to continually stay awake after such activities as well as rising with the sun everyday. and too much coffee. and wine and sake and beer and too many clothes which i need to get rid of and and and...
not so much lookin forward to the exodus as just lookin at it. lookin at it and shakin my weary head. i guess i'm excited. and insane cause i've got only 20 days to finish up a bunch of shit, clean up and giggity-go.
also, dogs rawk.
and hangin out with Shakespearean actors and ten year old androgynous kids will make you insane. even if it seems cool at first.
...gardening is a habit i miss a lot and would like to continue in the future.
...and trying to learn how to make soup, because you just can't buy good soup here.
....been listening to Failure and The Cure far too much lately, as well as Cornershop and Tomahawk.
most importantly: quittin my job has motivated me like crazy. before all i did all day was read books, hundreds of books, and occasionally cum a few words poetic or prosey. since monday, i've begun work on a collage/mix media/painting i've wanted to do for a coupla years, tried cleanin up an old short story as well as started to record all these songs layin around and finish an epic poem thing that is a long overdue christmas gift....
there is also yoga and running again. and my struggle to continually stay awake after such activities as well as rising with the sun everyday. and too much coffee. and wine and sake and beer and too many clothes which i need to get rid of and and and...
not so much lookin forward to the exodus as just lookin at it. lookin at it and shakin my weary head. i guess i'm excited. and insane cause i've got only 20 days to finish up a bunch of shit, clean up and giggity-go.