some ill

another early morning, beginning with a physically unhappy pg and ending with me being super tired and then feeling decidedly uncomfortable myself. the super large americano was a necessity for getting through the french class. this new "taking advantage of" the ensuing freud / lacan hours to get other stuff done (and other reading material read) seems to be working, and when it didn't i simply used to the time to write things that bubble.

today was made of ugly weather, which turned into weird weather, which turned in a beautiful sunset at its end. work was mostly pleasant and i left early enough to join pg for most of her walk. i split early, thinking to grab pre-fast blade food, but i got home before finding something so i ate home-scraped-together, read a bit for tomorrow's class and tried to nap.

instead of resting, i found myself concerned that the level of risk involved in the fast blading group outweighs the satisfaction. i'm reserving danger for things like snowboarding, because it just struck me that i've got *way* too much going for me right now *knocks wood*.

so i'll run instead.

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just like in pumping iron, arnie's motivational makes me smile.