Coffee: Cafe Pajaro Extra Dark, Trader Joe’s Brand
A lady told me today that I look like a rockstar. A long time ago, when I had long hair (high school), I was at the All-State Orchestra practice and a violinist told me I looked like Brandon Boyd, the frontman from Incubus. Both then and now I’ve had a hard time figuring out what about me is giving off the impression. It’s strange being mistaken for something you’re not.
I had a busy day. Lots of back and forth to different places. Everyone’s out with the flu so we make do. Whenever I could find cracks in the chaos, I spent time organizing my office. It was good to feel productive, good to feel clean, and good to feel a part of something. I’m a big fan of binder tabs and a bigger fan of accordion folders.
I’d like to take a trip soon. It’s been a while since I’ve let myself travel. Money and time, hard to justify. I don’t have a place picked yet, but I think it would be good for me to step through a different door. That’s a luxury, but a pleasant one.
Anyway, off to bed for me. Another long day tomorrow.
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Currently Reading: Killing Commendatore, Haruki Murakami
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And I wake up, smell the Folgers, I don’t know how I woke upLil Wayne, 5 Sta
‘Cause I was in a coma, but now I’m in the moment
Wearing high socks on the front porch