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Drink me, make me feel real.
Jul. 23rd, 2004 10:40 amYesterday I had an unexpectedly induglent afternoon and evening with Lowenstein, involving sex, napping, eating, movie-watching, scrabble, reading, music, talking. I'm having an equally indulgent morning: I got up early and spent a lot of time in the backyard, alternating between playing with Sophie and morning meditation. Then I came inside to read on the couch, sitting in the sun with the cool breeze while drinking coffee. I'm in this state of mind where I'm actually able to appreciate all the tiny things in front of me, for what they are.
This state of mind directly correlates with the temperature dropping. It all began as the thunderstorm blew through the house, finally ended the stifling madness. Especially since yesterday afternoon I could have easily gotten myself upset and worked up by something, but instead that just seemed like too much effort and I went with a more detached approach. I always like to think my moods and mental states are directly plugged into this universal constant and higher grounding, or hell, even planetary alignment, which seems determined and important, but sometimes I swear they are way more influenced by basic human needs like hunger, sleep, comfort, temperature, humidity.
I just had to call my own cell phone because I misplaced it. I found it in the closet. I don't even remember going into my closet and why I had my phone in my hand when I did and why I put it down.
Today I'm all about reading and sending out resumes and bike riding. But first, breakfast. What was I saying yesterday about my journaling mood always being "hungry"?
This state of mind directly correlates with the temperature dropping. It all began as the thunderstorm blew through the house, finally ended the stifling madness. Especially since yesterday afternoon I could have easily gotten myself upset and worked up by something, but instead that just seemed like too much effort and I went with a more detached approach. I always like to think my moods and mental states are directly plugged into this universal constant and higher grounding, or hell, even planetary alignment, which seems determined and important, but sometimes I swear they are way more influenced by basic human needs like hunger, sleep, comfort, temperature, humidity.
I just had to call my own cell phone because I misplaced it. I found it in the closet. I don't even remember going into my closet and why I had my phone in my hand when I did and why I put it down.
Today I'm all about reading and sending out resumes and bike riding. But first, breakfast. What was I saying yesterday about my journaling mood always being "hungry"?
