So I feel completely great right now. I just got back from Loco Burrito II with Drew. It’s a magically beautiful autumn night. Just cool enough to wear my new hoody. I’m clean shaven, showered up, smelling good. Feeling very relaxed after a night of rip-roaring drinking, pot-smoking, and eventual puking my brains out. Something about puking to such an extent like that always makes me feel good the next day. It’s almost like all the tense energy that has been built up in my body is suddenly expelled, and I’m back to down to a zero level equilibrium. Whatever it is, I am really revelling in it.
I decided to start writing again today just on a whim. I wasn’t really dieing for it, or silently yearning to put my fingers to the keyboard. I got over that a few days back. All I know is that whatever caused me to want to stop for a little while was satisfied, and taken care of. And now I can get back to it, although I do feel different about it all. It’s hard to totally verbalize it… but it has something to do with there being power and secrets locked up in denying yourself things. Maybe its just my already ascetic mindset though. Who knows.
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