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I’m becoming someone else.
Sometimes, and still the same insides.
Drove down the coast in a 1972 Ford pickup truck, howling at the universe last night. Bought burnt churros at a taco stand before taking the caravan back home to rest and relax.
I chose not to be rude back to a rude lady at the gym this morning. That in itself is evidence that a person really can change.
Even if the odds are against it.
Only takes one in eight billion.
Read about depopulation being a bad thing in Japan today. Read about melatonin being overproduced in cells when your circadian rhythm is off.
Took a nap by a salt water pool and realized piddlin’ in a mindset and not location-specific.
Cooking Dora eggs and raspberry meals while we’re at the coast. Back to her regularly scheduled meat diet when we drive back to the desert.
Taking things nice and slow seems to be the real way to get things done pronto.
Wrote a 5-page memoir the other day. Might write a few more before the submission deadline.
Framing artwork for exhibitions feels surreal. How’s the saying go, “Life mimics art…”
If you start connecting all the things you realize nothing is accidental, we control it all and still it’s chaos.
Only took two weeks to manifest the truck.
I wonder what the next two months will bring for good luck.
Ate two squares of chocolate, God be praised.
I guess I could sit down and write things out methodically. Chronologically. But I’m really having a hard time making something so ordinary.
My hairstylist has breast implants, so does her mother. Funny the blind-spots we can have; I had them too. “I wish you could talk to my mom and help me convince her to remove her implants!”
“When are you going to remove yours?” I asked her, to apologetic silence.
We’re all experts in the things we think we know.
I ended up with a reverse mullet. Party in the front, business in the back. I think I’m going to leave it like that. I want to continue to find out I’m wrong about space-time-perceptions.
