Ye Coach and Horses, followed by Canter's. Good times!

I have tomorrow off! YAY! Laundry and swimming and writing... and applying for internships. And selling organs so I can pay for class in the fall. I've got two kidneys.

I gaze into the abyss and my checking account cuts me a surly look before going back to sitting in a corner and sulking.

Today I had a few good conversations. The upswing of today's message? Pessimism is a far too costly indulgence.

as you were.

She can walk!
Ditched the cane a few days back, but I'm still a bit sore.
But healing well! YAY!

horror script is going slow.

He wasn't in LA? Really?

... Oceanic malaise. I never saw anyone reading anything more demanding than a comic book. I never heard any youth express an interest in science or art. No one even talked politics. It was all idleness, and whenever I asked someone a question, no matter how simple, no matter how well the person spoke English, there was always a long pause before I got a reply, and I found these Pacific pauses maddening.
And there was giggling but no humor - no wit. It was just foolery.

Theroux, Paul, The happy isles of Oceania. Paddling the Pacific. New York (G.P. Putnam's Son), 1992, 341

There is a young woman on television who is running- she looks so healthy and competent and comfortable in her own skin. I want that for myself. I want a lot of things. I just need to keep in mind that I can have them with a few steps everyday, and not a marathon every week. This is for running and writing, and getting out of debt, and making a home for myself.

Yesterday I had lunch with a friend and dinner with the Mexican side of my family. We made dinner, ate tacos and went driving about in the Tujunga/Sunland area.

I worked today and I can't shake the insomnia.

I need to stop creating crisis situations in order for me to work in them. Life outside of crisis is a good thing. really. I learned this.