Morning in the Afternoon

After fifteen hours of sleep, it's September.

How is this year going by so fucking quickly?

Damn.

So, I ate some yogurt. I put a load of laundry in. I'm trying to clean. I'm going to yoga later with a friend!, and then we'll grab dinner. I'm having a life, today.

Or trying to, while slightly miserable.

It's fucking hot in LA, for one thing. I don't like. I miss the cool breezes off Alaskan waters.

Unedited, yo.

I'm fighting against familiar urges and patterns and thoughts. I want to do things. Bad things.

I'm hungry.

But, I'm finding peace. Or working towards it. This is just...life.

It's not so bad.