|The heart with a mind of its own.(Be present.)||The mind with a heart of its own.(It's past.)||The dream that is your waking life.(Go there now.)|
Wow. It's one in the morning already.
It was a long twenty-four hours. I was up all night reading Bethany's journal, then slept a bit, getting up around 1:00. While M. was doing taxes, I paid bills with our fake money (rubber checks until next friday). I did some laundry and dishes, then we went to meet the group for a soak at Betty's. Then we went to dinner at the Blue Dragon (where I had pinon cake, pizza, and a big salad--in that order). After, I dragged two hapless victims to the studio to make masks. Then we came home, and while M did more tax stuff, I had some Chef BoyArdee ravioli, straight from the can. Mmmm.
Now, I'm thinking about the whole going to bed thing. You know. Bed.