At the car place, Freeman Toyota on Corby. Told I need new tires, nearing 50k miles. Fucking prop tech company and that commute. Sipping latte and taking calls here. Going outside for the standup call in a few minutes. Then, just wait.

Bit of a mood this morning but an encouraging one. Working offsite at lunch I think, at a coffee spot on Cleveland, the other side closer to College Ave. Went there once for a meeting which accomplished next to nothing. So this time, making it count. The espresso there, bombastic.

09:14… onto the next idea and project. Telling the page everything. Read something recently that ordered the reader to keep more withheld. Fuck that, I thought. Why not put it all out there as a diarist.

Nearing 45, not entirely content with one area of the story. Fixing that, TO-DAY. Sending a new contact some writing, and away we go. Talking to self through self-excavation and explanation. not budging in my motivated internal-manuscript.

Never a time or point past which a re-write, a global revamp if you would, isn’t possible.