get born, keep warm

short pants romance.

Gorgeous early fall day today. The walk from the bus to the office was a beautiful blast of LIFE. I felt good, people looked good, people looked like they felt good - which is, by the way, the lion's share of attractivenss: if you act like you feel good and feel like you look good, people treat you that way. I could be wrong, but it seems to me that hotness is maybe 20% actual appearance and about 80% attitude. Apropos of nothing, that.

NOT feeling the dayjob thing one little bit. Putting together a group of alumni from my school to do readings, work on monologues, and just generally party together, and i wrote this to them. "Continue to spread the word like peanut butter over tasty tasty toast on a sunny autumn morning with a crisp chill in the air when the steam rising from your hot strong coffee is like apollo's breath infusing you with creative fire and the passion to rise above like a phoenix from the ashes of a degraded culture." Which i don't mind despite the mixed-up sketchy similes, thank you very much, but it betrays how NOT HERE i am feeling today. In case you're keeping score at home.

Tennis last night invigorating and fun. With rashmi this time, in north bergen, which is 50 times easier to get to than lincoln park, and no waiting - yay!
Rashmi had back problems toward the end, but hopefully she's ok. We went to baja for mexican food and margaritas after. Hella good evening.

And tonight i get to see MJZ! Unless of course she flakes, which is always altogether more than possible with her...