I feel really nice today and yesterday, sans the 50% lockjaw that is slowing healing but still incredibly painful. Honestly, I don't know what is wrong with my mouth (grinding teeth? rotten teeth? grinding, rotten teeth?) but I hope that it's one of those weird things that makes you want to chop your head off one week and then disappears the next.
I finally feel like I am slowing down just a little bit and getting some perspective on what is important to me and what is bullshit and what is neither and/or either. The tour I recently went on was kind of the straw that broke the camel's back. Because when the camel broke, some weird green-ish ooze poured out that reminded me of rotten spaghetti, which in turn, reminded me of how easy it is to get caught up in other people's expectations and obligations and, in turn, get stuck going through motions and becoming apathetic and passionless with things that should be fun and rewarding.
Last night I was trying to sleep and I couldn't as I was having some J.Z. DTs so I rode a wet bike to the aesthetically pleasing studio apartment that will be available in January to sublet for the low price of only $420 ;) and got my cuddle on. It was a really nice ride in the somewhat warm night and I kept looking for stars and comets and UFOs and ghosts but I only saw people leaving Powell's Pub and worms. That was nice too.