magicbeans. nothing if not awkward.

Okay. I'm better today. You shouldn't let me write when I get all introspective like that.

I wrote the preceding last night with the presumption that today would be better. And it was. I got up and stretched. Stretches that I remember from various martial arts. From yoga. From modern dance. My muscles have been tense and sore for a few weeks. As if in a state of perpetually having gotten into a fight the day before. Having been flooded with adrenaline. Punched in the kidneys. It's approaching midnight now and I'm sore and tense again, but for most of the day I felt good. Relaxed. Alive.

Worked from 9 to 7. The Pantone 186 Channel. All Bank of America, all the time. Saw a sketch comedy show at the Upright Citizens Brigade Theatre. A couple of drinks. VP2. Didn't make any progress on the kitchen.