To catch up on a previous life of leisure, ideally, I would be playing guitar until my fingers and ears bleed. I would read, draw and write until my mind reaches that state of blissful exhaustion. I gave it a try today but my brain feels like an octopus found its mating partner. I want to blow my nose dry of my brain just to rid this feeling. My sinus is killing me. As for mental and physical exhaustion, caused by this semester, I feel well-rested.
I had a whole day off yesterday and watched “The Devil Wears Prada” at night, which is an awesome movie. I just wish I weren’t so damn sick so I could have drove home, rode the BART to SF and just hang out in the city. I owe it to myself. I wish I had close friends that lived there so I can crash there. Hell, I wish I lived there. No, I wish I can walk outside of my Brooklyn flat, take the A train to grab a bite at Gray’s Papaya and hit up Museum Mile while listening to music and sipping hot cocoa. Keep dreaming Jeff. Damn teaser thoughts.