The Contemplation of many things.
At this very moment, I am sitting at Ryan's computer, dressed in a camisole and underwear, wrapped in my cloak. I slept on the couch and woke up after six hours of sleep. I don't know if last night was a progression or not. I was very "good" and kept my distance, with a few small exceptions... It was a good night. I think it's enough to help me get over it, because that's simply what needs to happen. I don't see another option and it somewhat annoys me. Not like I have time anyway...
I had a very wonderful conversation with Mark Reeves. The conversation we had was incredible and lasted an hour longer then it was supposed to. I miss conversations like that. I lately I've been getting to few of them.
I have about five minutes to decide if I'm going to capoeira today. I really want to but my feet are in the process of making new calluses and are still swollen from last night. I don't think it's going to happen. As much as I want to go to the Roda (said "hoda") I don't think it's going to happen today. I think essay writing needs to be dealt with today, unfortunately.
*grumble grumble.... STOMP Stomp stom... "owe my feet!"*