Ugh, I hate being the new guy.

Someone just opened the chat room.  Getting hungry and hangry, mood starting to bend a bit.  Mind wanting to singularize and be vertical, but then I say NO— 

Remain in the About EVERYTHING Beat.  

Nurse on an errand then going to lunch with a friend.  Not sure what I’m doing for lunch, if I’m going anywhere.  Not thinking straight. Maybe I should start eating fucking breakfast…

Picturing the end-aim, the bullseye…. Me in the classroom at Stanford or USF, Berkeley, or even SSU.

Put everything out to the posts, the blog and then books.

11:27… fuck, should log on I guess.  Smiling, forcing smiles.  My newest exercise and technique in changing mood.

Guitars and files, music lyrics in phone I wrote on the drive the other day down to SF, to the game.  Huh… what am I doing with them?