guts music training mother amoeba

owch. post-karaoke-head.

so, i enjoyed it. i'm doomed to always enjoy it.

also. some wrinkles were ironed out. and some weights were lifted and some friendships recemented.

and i was ready to throw off the social nexus mantle, but then i met some people and i liked them so i gave them my email so i could absorb them like the social amoeba i sometimes am.

my goal is to cover san francisco with my amoebaness until it is blanketed in me.

or something.

today: lunch with my mother.... yay. i miss my mother

i'm running 10 miles tomorrow .. holy fucking shit.

that's really all i can say to that.

i havne't run since sunday, and i've reached that stage in which i feel horribly guilty if i don't run 3 times a week.. I'M IN TRAINING.

still having growing pains, but some things are a little better.

everything transitions. nothing is static. easy to forget.

music is in my guts.

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