Bike ride. Windy. Flax pasta and turkey kielbasa. Fresh pears. That's my stream of consciousness summary of today because I'm too tired to use precise language.
Someone left a brand new kick-ass closet shelving unit downstairs with a "free" note attached. Now I can tidily fit everything in my closet, which is now a monument of zen.
I've been listening to empowering music, especially by female bands, with the theory that their positive strength will seep into my subconscious.
Perusing the bookstore yesterday, I was reminded of how much I love philosophy. My friend hates philosophy, and many other things I love, so I'd wrongly put some of my favorite things on the back burner for too long in order to be more relateable. It's time to return to my roots. I'm reclaiming myself now, retraining myself, like a stubborn soldier.
I saw a documentary about a former Vietnamese war prisoner who began rescuing wildlife as a way to deal with inner demons. I asked the television if it worked. It didn't reply, but the pet squirrel on his shoulder was adorable.
12:51 a.m. - 2008-02-25