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so much so fast
Dec. 2nd, 2004 09:33 amlife is returning to whirlwind status - which i suppose could be expected with the holidays approaching. last night went to the big love show, number two. had a wonderful time. but. (does there ALWAYS have to be a but) got home 2 hours later than planned - i suppose i just wasn't thinking, when i assumed the show would start at 8, when really it began closer to nine, and then with being at a bar, and not a cafe or performance space, things do tend to run later - but i didn't call until I was en route home. i had forgotten i had said 10, i just forgot. and i had promised to help with a thing when i got home - committment to help officially flaked on until morning, that's never fun. i hate disappointing people, and i definately did last night. the self flagellation won't last too long but it is there.
aside from that (and that needs to be addressed, because inconsiderate behavior is the first sign of being an asshole to those you love) the reading was good, the company was superb, and for the very first time i got to have cute people fight over who got to drive me home. so good for my ego.
when i left the house this morning, hit haight street, and the smell of green fresh was running out of the park at me. the air was crisp and hit me like the mid semester mornings in michigan when i had to ride my bike across campus and the air did more for my mood than coffee ever could, with the smells of grass and leaves and earth just waking up and filling me with the rich smells.
it was like that. sunny and cold with dew in my lungs at every breath. bought a depth charge from my favorite cafe. tasted like when i was unemployed and writing poetry from 9am to 2pm everyday while i sat on those old wood chairs. tasted like words on dreams and swaths of time stretching out before me with endless possibilities. tasted like fearlessness and hope.
now. at work. not so bad. my mind is running words and poems and not so much with the organizing and protocols and appointments and - my boss is out today, so a different pace, will work out.
i am feeling devilish.
aside from that (and that needs to be addressed, because inconsiderate behavior is the first sign of being an asshole to those you love) the reading was good, the company was superb, and for the very first time i got to have cute people fight over who got to drive me home. so good for my ego.
when i left the house this morning, hit haight street, and the smell of green fresh was running out of the park at me. the air was crisp and hit me like the mid semester mornings in michigan when i had to ride my bike across campus and the air did more for my mood than coffee ever could, with the smells of grass and leaves and earth just waking up and filling me with the rich smells.
it was like that. sunny and cold with dew in my lungs at every breath. bought a depth charge from my favorite cafe. tasted like when i was unemployed and writing poetry from 9am to 2pm everyday while i sat on those old wood chairs. tasted like words on dreams and swaths of time stretching out before me with endless possibilities. tasted like fearlessness and hope.
now. at work. not so bad. my mind is running words and poems and not so much with the organizing and protocols and appointments and - my boss is out today, so a different pace, will work out.
i am feeling devilish.
