last night (actually wed. night.) after i had paid a visit to the gym, a late visit, i had to run some cheques up to my accountant's in north vancouver. it's strange sometimes when i do errands late at night or have running around to do when no one else is on the road-or at least very few people. there i was, on the upper levels heading west towards horseshoe bay and i may as well be on the highway in southern oregon or northern california, alone, rain pouring down and without warning i seem to lapse into a different place. my thoughts become distant and then suddenly over thought, over analyzed, songs playing take on different meanings or things seem like i'm part of some sort of movie being made that i'm not always sure i want to be in.
i have, lately, hopeful thoughts of getting other things going besides this movie shit. i have thoughts of becoming the letterpress king-well, maybe not king but a guy around town who makes stuff for the hipster dufus', a guy who cuts lawns-i am that guy but i do love cutting the lawns and can't wait until i can pull out the mower and shred some lawns, a guy who makes some cool bags with the garbs and sells them to the cool kids here and in portland at 'office' and a guy whose body is a little more in lne-with the help of my chiro and me going to the gym and playing more hockey it's a little better so...we'll see...i'm not sure if it's hope exactly but there needs to be more personal balance between work and other work-work i want to do vs. work i have to do.
fingers crossed.
oh a sad note. jessica zallen lost a member of her pet family last week. she could use a few good thoughts thrown her way right now...molly's chasing cats somewhere else now.
head's up.
g. xo
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