
My relationship with sleep is erratic; capricious perhaps.
I had fallen asleep around 10:30pm or so, only to wake around 3am, with the feeling of utmost calm that quiet times, and night skies brings. I awoke to a dream, or a thought, something with overtones of sad and distance, like the longing for a loved one long since passed away. Though everything was fine, a kind of quiet that most mistake for true wistful sadness, but is really just peaceful. I did some dishes, picked up a few things., I love how clean my apartment is. I keep my possessions at a minimum, it’s so much better that way it’s not even funny. I wasn’t always like that, but things change, people change. I always want to change. I feel good about who I am, had a good day today, did headshots for a sweet ad agency downtown, great people. I guess it’s morning, and a new day, so thats fine, cause I’ll have a good day today too. Made myself some food, you’d think I’d get sick of zucchini, I eat it everyday, but damn I love the stuff. Some fried zuch, and a veggie dog, perfect breakfast food at the 5-or-whatever-AM I had it at. Looking at my fridge and seeing it filled with healthy, natural things – vegetables and fruits, tofu, free run eggs, skim milk, water and orange juice, makes me feel so good. I decided to become a full out vegetarian a couple days ago, finally giving up fish, (for environmental reasons mostly) and it feels really good. Eating, cleaning, emailing, thinking, facebooking, photoshop-and-lightrooming, what a wonderful morning. A nice little twitter conversation going on and an Elliott soundtrack completes the perfectness of it all. Things are good.
I hope you’re good too.



































