The last few days.

Wow, what a whirlwind. I've been up 'til 6, 4, 5 AM. Driving up to Plano every night to hang out with some pups that didn't give a shit whether I slept or not. I've seen new friends and old friends and been in a 24-hour art show. Twice. I've felt horrible sadness and lonliness and longing. I've felt exhilaration and happiness. Been awake at 8 AM to be amazed at what it feels like to be surprised and alive. Capoeira. I've declared my vision for my future to an old friend and knew it would happen. I've sang, I've danced. I'd like to thank the pups for interrupting my comfort. At the time I wanted to throw them against the wall, but they helped me out of my survival zone. That sounds weird and I don't even know what it means. I feel exhausted, and absolutely here and living. It's going to hurt, it's going to be great, it's going to be exciting, and it's going to be for the rest of my life.