So tired today, like sap has replaced the blood that once ran through my veins. I am positive that this has to do with a combination of chronic and unrelenting low-grade depression, poor dietary habits, and a gross lack of exercise. I know that working on one or all of these areas would greatly improve the quality of my corporal experience, yet I am recalcitrant to exert even the slightest effort to do them. Overwhelmed and under-stimulated is the fast food combo from hell, and mine is super-sized, steaming hot, and being force-fed right down my throat.
Not seeing the sun is another thing, not that I am an exploding star worshipper by any means, but an existence that is nearly 100% sans solar is quickly wearing on my vitamin D intake. I need a tanning lamp, before seasonal affective disorder takes hold with an iron grip. I suppose I could start chain smoking, at least it would be an excuse to make frequent trips outside.
And if I could get a dollar for every time I witnessed someone swearing into a cell phone around here, I could get to that bungalow via private jet.
Shit, my liver qi is seriously stagnated.
Yeah, sure...that'll be the day.
Actually...come to think of it, that WILL be the day.
I saw some old high school friends the other day. They reminded me of how I used to carry a camera everywhere, and of the fact that I often wore a cape to school.
I feel sad.
Oh cape my cape, wherefore art thou?
I need a twenty year nap, followed by a swift kick in the ass and a stiff drink.
Or maybe I just need some more of that water stuff I was talking about earlier, I hear it's much better for you than stale coffee.
On a brighter note, I have decided to begin drawing more seriously.
Danny Gregory's delightful work has lit a candle under my hindquarters, and his wonderfully effervescent collection of favorite books has inspired me to take more field trips to used book stores. His amazing sketches and lovely website makes me want to retrain my eyes…not to mention move to NYC.
Speaking of amazing, the ever amazing Andrea Scher's lovely photographs make me want to put eye to viewfinder and finger to shutter release. They also make me lust for a Digital Rebel like a long celibate priest in a dorm full of horny Japanese schoolgirls.
Life’s not all bad.
I would love to stay and chat, but I have to go back to getting in my own way now.