i’ve long forgot exactly who i am || step off a train all alone at dawn

11 July 2007

she said it’s funny how life runs out so fast

it’s too hot to sleep.

i can’t remember the last time i sat around sweating so profusely, yawning from being tired yet too overheated to do more than toss and turn. i’ve got the windows around the house cranked open but the air outside is so still, there’s scarcely a breeze. it’s as if the city itself is too restless and agitated to cool down for a minute and take a load off.

as for me, i’ve come to the realization that i’ve been in a bit of a rut, and perhaps a subsequent funk. or maybe a funk worn rutted. regardless, i’m making an effort to recognize that and choose away from it, to be engaged and involved rather than passive and critical.

i’m not quite sure what that’s going to look like in the long term, but tonight it looked like a couple of big time brewery pints and some programming followed up with macaroni and cheese for dinner and an episode of brisco.

perhaps there is something to this attitude of living one day at a time.