In a tizzy

I've been researching naturopathic programs this morning. Things are looking good. I suppose I should be looking at actual jobs too. You know, like, for money. It's hard to focus this passionate energy in that direction. What's the mental equivalent of a parabolic mirror?

Anyhoo, I've been doing that excited talking to myself thing, pacing around Mom's apartment selling myself to the air. The air is ready to hire me, that's for sure. If only I was so composed and persuasive in front of other people. Maybe I need to sign up for a fake interview service. I'm sure that kind of thing exists, right? Pretty much any job I can dream up exists. There are a lot of people in this world of micro-specialists.

I'm still not bored, can you believe it? Apparently I have a lot to think about, because these days at Mom's are whizzing by. I went to the mall one day, but other than that I've just been exercising, reading, and chillin with the cat. Mom's writer friend Howard brought his wife's bike over yesterday. Maybe I'll ride to Middle Island today. There's a pond there we used to ride to in high school. Bikes are a feature in many of my best childhood memories, and I plan to make them a permanent feature in my future. When I first lived in San Francisco I feared the hills and traffic, but now I'm fitter and think it will be just fine. Ever since beginning this gym era, my legs have been in excellent condition. Seriously, they're my best feature below the neck. They are some damn fine gams.