I'm recovering more than I expected to. Recovering in the sense of reclaiming, that is.

I was surprisingly un-hungover this morning after the excesses of alcohol (among other things) I imbibed the night previous. What a party it was, what a party indeed.

I wrote a song today, first one with my new acoustic. Songs are either good signs or bad signs, and this is one of the former. I should have written this one sooner I think.

But time gets stretched out and runs slower than it's supposed to sometimes. And maybe it's not so bad to have a bit more distance between us and where we're headed. Because where we are is where we're headed, and it's all here right now anyway.

I feel like I'm in suspended animation, and all the activites of life are happening as they should, just in super-slow motion. It's like I'm floating, half-way through a cartwheel with just one hand holding me up, or down depending on which way gravity is working on that day.

I'm hiding things in metaphor, because it's easier to fill this sort of thing in around the edges first. Think of Fugu. A tiny poisonous liver surrounded by a delicacy. Work too quickly and you lose it all.

But everything is great, and with time and some careful work it'll be tasty sashimi all around. In the mean time, we've got some delicious domburi and ton katsu to get through, so eat up.

I Heart Someone!

-Trevor

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