What a day:
I got so angry this morning at a class and the changes in the gym that I could have killed.
I floated through the afternoon. I did absolutely nothing. And for some reason, I can still look myself in the mirror. The devil did not take my soul. I did not die.
I went to my final class for the week. I laughed. I saw the world's absurdity and laughed like I had only one laugh left.
After class, I had three excellent conversations. None of them mattered, none dealt with anything of importance. I enjoyed all three.
I smelled a Rio Star Texas Grapefruit. There is no better scent. I almost do not want to eat it. It smells so good.
I read over this post. I laughed again.
An Addendum:
I saw the girl from the gym who does not wipe down machines for the first time in three weeks. She was stunning, absolutely stunning.
I had another conversation. Again nothing of real importance, but I almost got my mind blown. She was beautiful also. I cannot stop thinking about her.
*"I ain't going to fuck it up this time." from
Bruce Springsteen's "Long Time Comin"
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