obsessed with this new opportunity, and that’s how I have to see it.  I do, I do.  I swear.

13:28, Nurse getting ready for a late lunch with her daughters.  Thinking I’ll head somewhere to work.  Get out of the house be around people.  Listen to conversations, stockpile ideas.  One this morning, as soon as I came out of some odd dream where someone was giving me sales advice, I declared wine and its industry all but dead.  No more even thinking of pursuing a position in its waters. 

What about teaching, adjuncting…?  I can’t.  Seriously the thought of grading fucking papers makes me roll my eyes and want to take a nap.

It’s tech for me, and more specifically prop tech more than likely.

Keep writing and thinking till something materializes.

Painting a portrait of the Nurse last night, and my drawing was horrible.  But I still enjoyed myself, had fun with the Nurse and her friends and Nurse colleagues.

Taught me something about myself or maybe a reminder to make the moment, the situation no matter how serious or stressful or even dire, MINE.

Stop writing, collect…