Friday. My bid date has been extended so I don't have to worryworryworry thru the weekend.

This morning I woke up at 4 and got up and did some thinking: Mostly the thought was to get my own head out of my ass:
Eat better, get excercise (lose weight)
Get the AZ room set up and finished so that I can:
Draw
Write
Find peace
I need to grow a set and decide my future and stick to it instead of casting about. This investigation is rowing while sitting on the shore.

Writing:
perhaps the light, the constant rhythm,
the endless drumming of particles on skin,
the routine of rise and fall, go and come,
creates the opposites of life (and death)
or just
creates.