soraya

last night i found myself in a strange mood, in the grocery store, feeling completely burnt out and almost pretty emotionless and blas about anything and everything. i grabbed all the shit to make dinner, and for some reason, grabbed a bottle of red wine. i rarely drink, when i do, its usually not ever when im just spending a night alone.
it was nice though. i had a couple glasses of wine, filled the cd player with tom waits, dj shadow, mouse on mars, and dj food. i scribbled a bunch of messy half-finished sentences about a number of things ive spent a lot of time lately trying to not think about or figure out.
so between the red wine, the solitude, and the departure from denial toward arrival at focus,
i realized,
a lot of shit about where im at right now... and how that looks incredibly different from where id like to be at, mostly, in the realm of working, performing, crafting, learning, and where im living.... yeah, pretty much everything.

besides that...
nothing much new...
i finally got the work finished on my right arm, im currently obsessed with accordion players, beetles, and the idea of actually going to the mtter museum in philly.
and im excited that for my dear friends birthday surprise a group of us are going to go to alcatraz island at night. ghosts and creepy shit, yo.