fearless
Originally uploaded by Abstract Magdalene.

I thought that noon was early, but when I woke this morning at 6 and couldn't get back to sleep, I discovered a new early.

So, instead of wasting my time as generously as possible, I uploaded a couple of photos that I really like. This one, shown above was taken in London this past Spring. My last 'big' show before I dropped my basket.

What was that line from that song...? "I dont' know where I'm going, but I know where I've been..."
That about sums it up for how I feel today. This morning, this hour, that minute ago.

Sad, from last night, looking at pictures of my nephews who I haven't been able to see since Fall of last year. Sad, because they probably hate me by now because I never came back for them. Sad, because they are like gold, and no one seems to know but me. Sad.

In my fitful hours of sleep last night, I dreamed that Matt Good played the Townehouse. I drank beer with he and Michael Moore (whom I've never really 'gotten). Some cranky lady named, Victoria kept trying to edge me out...so I left and went back to the studio, only to discover it was completely changed around.

Sometimes, my dreams are not what I'd call...lucid.

I'm going to the gym now, because I feel like I can evaporate in the steam room.