Bin Chilly

Brr, my soul is cold. I remembered Kallie roasting garlic in San Francisco, and how happy that made all of us when we were unsolvable-y cold, so I tried it today. I cooked the shit out of it so the outside pieces were dark brown and chewy on the outside. I feel so much better now, I spread it on some thin pieces of toasted multi-grain bread with olive oil. It's raining today. I have resumes to distribute and apartments to see and the gym to go to but I'm tired and cold. I've been running around on the-sort-of-high-you-get-when-everything-in-your-life-suddenly-changes for the past 3 days, but today the steam is gone. I want to curl up and forget about everything. And eat things with the shit roasted out of them. I've been exercising like mad this week (yesterday I went to the gym for an hour and a half, and then later went to an hour swim class with Kris. Crazy energy!) It made me feel better. Today I'm tired though. The hospital keeps calling about me volunteering, but now that I'm getting full time work I don't think I can do it. So tired. I was really excited to do that too. Damn.

It's not all bad. Things are only going to get better, the sun will start to stick around later, Jenny's African dance class will begin soon, and maybe I'll be living downtown. On my own and free! Maybe I shouldn't write about this stuff on the blog yet. Maybe I should delete this. I'm too tired to talk to everyone individually though, the only thing I want to talk to is this blog because it won't talk back to me. I save thousands on therapy with this thing.

I should just...run away from everything. Go on a wind-swept adventure. Ignore my debt and career for a while. Maybe Friday if it's not so cold. I wonder how Burningman was this year. We had our own burn. I said goodbye to many things while my little straw man fell over.