  I tried making it to the gym, but it was still too early and this mysterious fluid running down my cheeks wouldnt have looked good showing it off in public. So I went for a little drive instead, allowing myself to be swept up in the cornyness of that Peter Gabriel song with Kate Bush Dont Give Up. Hadnt heard it in a while, and since Kate Bush has a talent for consistently getting down in there and shaking me every time I listen to her, well What ever happened to her?
Tori Amos stole her gig, sure. Did they conference about it and decide theres only room for one of them? Did they arm wrestle for the job? Mud wrestle? A devil went down to Georgia showdown? Man, I didnt intend for this new blog page to fall into the same vortex of self-pity that the last one was. I suppose Im doing the best I can only I have different intentions once I can get my bearings and see straight. Busying myself with school was like wearing blinders, and now that theyre removed its going to take a couple of days to adjust to all the light coming in. I didnt quite nail that metaphor down, but Im satisfied with it. Hit the mark of letting myself off the hook for stumbling here, for feeling raw, stripped down.
Even though it was a strong finish at school, its still a loss to have something end. Kind of like when I ran track and would vomit at the finish line. Yet a different loss here than the gastric-contents type. Maybe its about time to sit still with some tea and give the ol I Ching a toss. Then maybe go back to bed and see what happens after a little more sleep. 
