HFS and Work

I like the expression "Come to Jesus"

I like washing my breakfast dishes in the morning. There's something about standing in the sunlight and washing a couple of dishes that makes me happy-- especially when the sink is mostly clean and free of dishes from the night before. I guess it feels very independent and very normal. It's such a simple thing to do and it doesn't leave a whole lot of room for questions or doubt. I need that right now.

I'm sitting on the steps in front of my apartment, staring out at A St. I've got the radio blaring pirate radio San Diego (96.9, check it out) from my room behind me. The doors open. Beer is in hand. Wireless baby. Oh yeah.

It occurs to me, if you read this blog post verses the last and don't consider that I wrote that in a moment of brief anger-- for release purposes, mind you (it's better than punching the walls)-- and you don't consider the time that has passed and myriad thought processes in between, you'd probably think I was some sort of split personality, manic depressive psycho on powerful mood control drugs.

It occurs to me that I don't care.