number nine

yes. that was good. i missed those.

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in other news. i am very sore. in my state of despair over making little or no progress at the gym, i have upped my aggro factor. i'm not exactly working out with renewed vigor, but i am pushing myself in slightly different directions.

i need accomplishments. i need to DO something. at the (very impressive) Frantic show last night i was thinking about making music. i had ideas in my head. music, words, i'm like that. i am a sponge around creativity. i don't steal ideas, per se, i just get motivated when i am around the creativity of others. charged like a battery. unfortunately, like an old lithium ion, i do not hold my charge very long.

i wonder how Megatron is doing, playing out again. i am glad for her, she is one of the most talented people i have ever met. wishing her well.

the book i am reading now has me befuddled. i'm pretty sure i've never used that word before, but it seems rather appropriate. the book is called Parasites Like Us, and i am alternately very intrigued by it, or completely disinterested. the median outcome is a rather daunting ambivilence. at this point, i may be reading it just to finish and say i have.

i found a poem the other day that i didn't remember writing. as much as that should maybe set off alarm bells signaling my impending dementia, i rather like it. a pleasant surprise.

speaking of surprises, Borek of all fucking people got a tattoo. how the worm turns.