Holiday

I'm slipping into a food coma. My mom's dog is gnawing on my big toe and I couldn't care less. Stress and anxiety has been replaced by a smile that's stretching ear to ear.

I spent the past three days in Philly goofing off with friends. I drank far too many beers and ate an offensive amount of steak burritos and Italian hoagies. There're nothing like hometown connections to help facilitate a relaxed and budget-friendly retreat. I mean, I ate to bursting and drank myself into a "I haven't had my V-8" stagger and only paid $15 a night...

That's like one beer and a taco in NY...

I'm now plowing through Umberto Eco's Serendipities and Richard Dawkin's The Selfish Gene. What can I say? I'm on a non-fiction kick...

Ok, I need to let this food-induced stupor progress into full-on sleep. Night all, and happy holidays!

Turn turn turn

Like the leaves, my burns have dried from mauve to brown. Work inches forward. Stress and anxiety creep to a rolling boil.

I can't wait until the holidays. Until snow. I want to be blanketed in the soft powder of Lethe.

I long for a simpler carefree life. I reach back into memory and I can only bring back episodic glimpses. Standing in the middle of a wheat field surrounded by an enormous sky. Walking over the Brooklyn Bridge, canopied by scarlet clouds. Sitting in church with my parents, reading Nietzsche. Building a fort out of doors.

Huh, I feel much better now. Contrast is the key. Thank you blog.