Cameras Are Ready
Saturday. I continue to cruise, the usual breakfast at the usual place, awake and up by six even though I didn't get to bed until midnight (What's with this early rising bit? No, really, what? Humid weather? Demons? Abstinence?). Perhaps just a period of adjustment, adjustment to the diet (which seems to be getting better), the schedule (which seems to have disappeared, other than breakfast down the way and writing the journal), the buzzing head which, having popped a couple of these swell pills, now allow me to feel a bit stoned without any of the pain or paranoia. Just a little, I don't know, humming inside that pulls me a couple of degrees off clock from what I consider normal.
Well yes, “normal”. We won't go there. I think perceptions of reality change as you go through your various life passages - turning thirty, turning sixty, retirement - the signposts described in pop psychology. Nothing too weird, you understand, but again, when you couple it with this fucking sinus aching head thing, it makes you spacy and crazy. Then again, as I mentioned now with the pills, rather comfortably spacy and crazy. Here in Oakland.
You've lost it.
We have Art & Soul today in Oakland. Starts at eleven, finishes at six and I and the cameras are ready.