Reporting
Such an odd time. Feeling a little out of control, but not caring too much about it.
Such an odd time. Feeling a little out of control, but not caring too much about it.
I am so over extended and flying by the seat of my pants that I have no business writing and posting this right now.
That’s just what I said to my roommate Laurie. It is 9:30ish and there is a mountain ahead of me, some of which I will continue to hack away at tonight, the rest tomorrow after my shift at City College from 8-3. And the rest in the coming week, month, year and lifetime.
I have to keep this brief, even though I could gush right now. Things are flowing like crazy, the weather is amazing, and your Mama’s good looking. Almost summertime here in SF…my window is open. What a nice metaphor.
Big shoot at the de Young, got a lot done. Watched my mood evolve from crabby and spaced out, to productive and appreciative. I forgot to eat, and when I did things got better. And everyone around me was so supportive and positive, I was won over in the end.
