sprouts
oolong overload
i am in outer space.
getting to know my shutdowns.
i don't doubt that things are born in the mind.
jamming every other day. just like riding a bike.
i will stay in outer space until entropy pulls me apart.
intentionally got lost riding home. i found a yoga place on a hill near my house with reasonable rates.
energetically, i am doing the best i can to ruin my gains--sushi buffet between work and home, indian buffet a few mins from the house.
i am homesick for the busyness of the city. i am homesick for the homelessness, and buskers, and dyed hair. i am quiet again since i am in a new place. being vegetarian is like being an alien.
i am physically sleepy at my new bux, but since i am not yet part of the inevitable interdrama and do not yet want anything from my coworkers it is a very empty place. perhaps not so strangely, replacing five years of "comfortable" work habits with being unaccustomed does not make me feel homesick in the least.

earth is ok. the gravity is balmy, the sun is not yet angry. clouds are better friends though.