its a journal now

woke up late, pretty hazy, but off to work and the usual star bucks

talked the the hot coffee girl

crushed up some limes for the new broth, filtered, labeled and stuck them next to the alfalfa, eucalyptus and whatever extracts we've been distilling

bread and company lunch was expensive as always and the turkey was dry, duh, thank god for blue cheese, but a red apple instead of chips, wrong decision. one bite of the apple and it went in the can

afternoon went smoothly, more labeling, cleansing gel and a big order, meaning more work, which means more money. more money if i can force myself to stay at work longer

tried to clean john's gutters with jay, but we didn't bring bags or enough gloves, so then i looked like a creep trying to get inside to get gloves. we're going back tomorrow

drove home, drove to REI, drove back, played guitar, tried learning country songs

Football

Long, fat, lazy Sunday.

A day for resolutions, buying fruit.

How to tell people you're into understanding the meaning of existence...

Well, to start with, you can't.

In Nashville, as everywhere, the meaning of life is self-evident.

It is what you are told it is. Or it is what you make of it.

And you cobble together the pieces of what it is and what you think it should be.

If Jung really did allow himself to tumble into the deep end of his mind. His true awakening and experience was fettered by a life of guaranteed security.