I woke up feeling pretty great this morning. I kept hitting the snooze button, but instead of painfully clawing my way into consciousness… I slowly, comfortably made my way awake. I put on a shirt I haven’t worn in a long time, and… and… dare I say it? I thought I looked rather good today.
Like I said, weird. I never really think things like this. But today I was remarkably happy, for no good reason at all. The sun was out, the day was bright, I felt good walking to work. I was awake and aware. I felt pretty attractive, which is also another weird thing for me to say.
*shrug*
At work, the copy of UT Ben and I purchased finally arrived. We installed it at work and played a few rounds at the end of the day. After a few games, I was actually nauseous. I’m out of practice. Ben and I had a pretty fun, nerdy conversation about video games on our way…
Alright. This is boring shit. The past few days have been pretty full, picture-wise, so this feels really lame to me. I’m trying to recapture the day, but I’m not feeling really inspired. Instead of recreating, I seem to be recounting… and it’s all sounding pretty stupid to me right now.
I’ll leave you with this, though. On the train, on my way to work this morning, I read a poem that left me pretty breathless. I’m not sold yet on Robert Bly, but he’s slowly, begrudgingly winning me over. Slowly.
