In an architecture of self-talk, needed.  Changing sight and voice whether it be inward or outward or anything.

Protein pack and a water, thought I’d do something different.  As a professor, see all of this like that, deconstructing the plot and what the character, me obviously, need do.  Distracted for a second with all these high school kids here, unintentionally telling me I’m old – make this work.  I have to.

No option other.  Stop telling yourself you can’t…. And that is what I do, I hate to admit.  The Nurse’s words just now in the car while driving here solidifying character.

Bite of apple slice, trying to jettison the remainder of this weight, mood or funk.. fuck I hate all those words, either way I want it gone.

So I came here to collect with keys.  Interesting what the Nurse said.  A matter of condense, and me finding mine again.  Or, maybe, rebuilding it.  Maybe that’s all it is. And according to her, exactly.