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finally, a vacation.
i woke up at 5am this morning and was unable to go back to sleep. i feel nervous about something; or anxious; or just plain exhausted. i'm so tired of 9-5, sit-in-front-of-a-monitor poo. i need a creative break.
its absolutely beautiful here today, so i'm going to try to play outside a bit.
i had a good weekend.
friday night was our holiday party at Jeffrey's, a ritzy restaurant. That was fun; we got to get
all dressed up and get drunk on wine :)
Saturday was rainy and gross all day, so Jess and I stayed in; we did our christmas presents and were just generally cozy. She got me some great plugs and all sorts of other things; she's the best at presents. Then we made an amazing dinner; I grilled a big ole steak :) and some bean curd.
"Slept in" this morning, all the way to 9. Go me.
Boston public is one of the only television shows I've ever really appreciated. Yeah, it has the David Kelley genericism, but it also has a truth; it has passion which just isnt evident in my life. I need to be passionate; i need to care so badly about a cause. I don't have that cause; they have it in teaching. I know real teachers don't have that; god knows my teachers never cared that much. But to care - to absolutely be moved to care - it pushes my emotions even in a television show. Imagine - imagine - in real life.
To dream.
There must be something in the air. I'm totally wired today. I feel like my whole body is alive with energy; it's totally bizzare, because yesterday I was a big mope. Even though I'm getting sick and the my eyes feel like the pressure from the air is melding them to my skull, i feel totally full of good energy.
I attribute it entirely to the 22 pages of The Fountainhead that I re-read last night.
Before I fell asleep.
At 8:45pm.
I had to switch smallbear.org to another webhost; my old one decided to go down without any notice/contact.
It's been raining all weekend and its starting to smell like "damp". Lots of thunder, which really scares the cat.
Today is a nice sunday. Tacos for breakfast, some dorky web surfing, then off to the gym and some writing / reading / drawing.
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