pleased precariously

couldn’t stand the idea of working inside today, so i moved my office (i.e. a chair and a laptop) out onto the deck:

working from home its perks. I could do with less glare though.

I met a man the other weekend who had recently separated from his wife. When asked how he was doing, he said he was trying to be zen about the whole thing - stay in the moment, take each day on its own.

I’ve been trying to do that myself. Seeing friends when I can, working, walking around this weird SF neighborhood where streets are only cleaned once a month. But there are times, like this morning, when something I hear or notice pulls me back into the depression from which I’m trying to escape.

A lyric my iPod placed in my ears this morning: “Unexpectedly, we arrive where we’re all meant to be.” I can’t think of a place (no offense to my good friends who are sheltering me) that is less where I’m meant to be. I know exactly where I want to be, but at this point I can’t convince myself that I’m meant to be there, and that makes me feel sick.

Standing behind one of her friends at the Reverie Cafe. We’ve met a couple of times in the past, and we made eye contact and half-smiled at each other, but that’s it. I looked in the mirror above the espresso machine to see a drawn, tired looking face staring back at me. I wouldn’t want to talk to me either.

Hair cut this afternoon. Maybe losing some hair will make it easier for me to hold my head up.

goat cheese, olive tapenade, tomato, and sprout sandwich.

Really, really good, but eating sprouts always makes me wonder something. Does everyone have such an problem with them getting stuck between their teeth? I mean my god.

I wonder sometimes if my teeth are just the right distance apart so as to leave me walking to the bathroom to get some floss to dig them out.

along with the ones I’ve already mentioned, I’m going to go to two nights of Built to Spill:

Jul 13, Slims
Jul 15, Slims

I expect to see you all there for at least one of those shows.