Kurrs' Digital Tapestry of Words

I feel propelled, driving around a complex track that is life in a high performance vehicle. straight route, gear up, gas, upcoming change, break, gear down, rumble, turn, turn, strait-way, gear up, gas, repeat. Living live vibrating at a higher frequency that other pepole: speaking, moving, eating, working, and operating faster than other people. My food is always done first, I'm always walking faster than everyone else, always going through a list in my head, things to do, things to accomplish, a world to change, a life to shape...

I was preparing for a rehersal, printing a copy of the revised script and ended up being the tiniest bit late. Feeling terrible that I was wasting other's time, I rushed, no, ran to my destination. Upon my arrival, hardly any of the cast was there and I realised that I was only five minutes late or so and I still felt bad. Nothing happened, I couldn't sit, nothing going on, perched squatting on my hams. Time crawled by, just... waiting. Erin said I don't want to sit here waiting for two hours for no one to show up. This was said after half an hour of waiting. It was entirely possible that other people were still about to appear, but we didn't even have enough present to reherse anything, and people shouldn't be being surprised at being left behind when they're late. Fifteen minutes later, I had made the necessary phone calls and we were already heading towards Beth's performance instead. Always do something, even if it is relaxing...

Or blogging...

;P

I hope this post finds you well, because I am doing well and it is a good feeling.

I dreamed this.

Written On: Home Computer
Currently Listening: The Legendary K.O. - George Bush Doesn't Care About Black People hip hop warning