Progress

Today's theme is progress, albeit slow and steady progress.

I woke up today initially around 8, and several snooze hits and bizarre dreams later, it was 11:30 and I hit the bed/couch in frustration. Why is it, that of all the most elementary things in the world, that I can't ever drag my lazy ass out of bed when it's not life-threatening? Maybe I should convince myself it is somehow..

I had a nice, if not a little slow, day today. Got some laundry in, hung out with my mom and sister, saw Music and Lyrics.. anyone else see any Paul McCartney/Hugh Grant similarity? Maybe I'm trippin', dawg. It made me musically inspired, so upon arriving home, I attempted around the 200th take for the intro to one fucking song of mine, and ended in frustration.

My hopes are high though, because the rest of the week seems promising; hanging out with an old friend Serg on Thursday, shroom adventures in Chino Hills with Will on Friday, a possible X odyssey with Ken on Saturday... if all goes according to plan, this could be a memorable week.

Ever feel as if the pieces of life don't fall into place nearly as fast as you'd like them to? Story of my life, as of late. My roomate/ex has been awol for days now; I don't miss her, but her absence is a bit alarming.

Tomorrow should be a fuller, busier day. I'm optimistic, and that's all I could really ask for.


yours,


peet