journal

Act out of character and not answer to compulsion.  Not ignoring it, just plainly denying it any life or forward.  Prospecting and looking for new partnerships as meeting comes closer.

3:50pm Was a quick meeting, and I wound up going to Bottle Barn. Getting a Whitehall Lane SB, and some red weirdo blend from I think Paso.  I don’t even know what’s in it, and I love that shit.  I love not knowing, I love being an explorer, a student, the furthest thing from an expert that you can write.

Class is in a little over an hour.  One student wondering what he has in my class and has only emailed me twice the entire however many weeks we’ve been in session.  I don’t blame him.  Honestly this is no way to do an English class, or maybe it is I just know I don’t like it.  I’ll work with him of course, but it’s frustrating.  For both of us.

Barista hour tomorrow… secretly setting alarm for 3-something.  Maybe.  Or, 4.  Well, wait… if I’m a barista it should be 3-something, right?

Hungry.. what should I do.  Probably start writing my EOD, I guess.