October 2007

Bandaids

I’m watching Das Boot in the original German with English subtitles. So it’s a bit difficult to type and watch the movie at the same time, but I’ll do it. I got sick on Monday. I had actually been fatigued  all weekend but was not expecting to wake up feeling like shit on Monday. But I did. It’s taken 2.5 days to get over it, but I finally got a workout in tonight… swam 2400 meters. well, im not sure if it was meters or yards, but i think it’s meters. the weather is getting perfect for me – I love training in a bit of a chill.

i was thinking today about how difficult it is to maintain friendships – I thought friendships would become easier as I grew older, but the simple fact of the matter is that people’s worlds become more insular as they grow – more acquaintances perhaps, but the number of friends, good friends, i think grows smaller. i’ve got friends on the west coast, a friend in lebanon, and a ton of friends on the east coast who are busy at work or with their significant others. So it’s a little lonely, but we find other things to get ourselves through the day.

Oh, and the line from one or two times ago: “Condoms are like another kind of latex band-aids to me.” I couldn’t figure out a way to work it into a story, though I like the image.

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Keep me in your thoughts, don’t disappear

Maybe the drugs are working…

Yeah, if you get that one, you’re listening too way too much of the same music I am listening to way too much of.  Anyhow, I’m… I’ve got about 12 minutes to write this before I go to sleep. I’ve had a shitload of stuff going through my head that I’ve wanted to type but I’m far too fucking ADHD and unmotivated to write anything. I had this great image in my head that I’ve been trying to figure out a way to fit a story around. I’ve got two CDs that I want to make, One for Now and One for the Next One. I’ve had bad stomach issues the past week, totally un-lactose related, totally unrelated to anything I’ve fucking eaten.

Anyhow, one of these people at work keeps getting presents from her boyfriend. It’s a kind of sad reminder of all the ways I messed up, and all the things I can do better. But it’s not so bad.

Next time.

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