I remember when late-night used to be late but lately its getting earlier and earlier. I guess its just a product of age but I always heard you're only as old as you feel and if that's really true I must be around 12.
I'm itching to get away. This time last year I was getting ready to spend a week in L.A. but I think I have to wait until March. 4 days backpacking in Arizona at the canyon is worth the wait, I guess but it just seems so far away.
At some point last spring I felt this... this ripping inside myself. I don't know what caused it or what precisely changed because of it, but I know I felt it. It started quietly, gradually, and slowly it went from a slight lack of balance to an all out tug of war. I feel it again now.
I just had this abrupt thought to myself that I've shared quite enough of my thought process... I'd have handwritten this but I was unable to locate a pen.
Big ideas are brewin. Big stuff. I need a new project, this was a useful brainstorming session.... welcome to my brain; may you never get lost in here.