i am feeling very inspired to be pure of heart...

i like d.c. far more than i'll ever let on...

i guess it's just one benz too many...

if i were a politician i'd outlaw fancy cars and watches. they're just silly. oh and the politicians too...

what is it about late night that makes me think? is it the silence or the darkness that tunes out all of the life and lets the real world settle and come into focus?

my plans never work out. long-term, that is. and I’m always disappointed in the end. and I sometimes get nervous that I will die disappointed. and what a terrible state that would be to end in.

I am tired, but I don’t want to sleep. I just want to think, to plan, to find my bearings and set my path once again. but once again, the clouds are protecting the stars and perhaps me, from the dangers of knowing where I am and where I’m going.

apologies for the neglect of my baby (that is my blog) since getting my act back together in cleveland. it's just been really full. yeah, full is the best adjective, not busy, but full.

so i'm back at the factory, working with fluffies, slickwick, tow motors, palate jacks and poison packs. i know i shouldn't, but i do really like working. i hop on the ten speed, put in my honest eight hours, eat meat and potatos and sleep.

family and friends are wonderful. really really wonderful. it is like nothing has changed but everything has changed. and it's all still wonderful.

in light of my need to start studying for my finals (which i'll take my first week back in dc) and my need for some clearly defined down time, i'll be taking a break from the blog. i need to think about it's direction (was this just a travel thing) to see if i'll continue and add other fascets interest... just need to let that slow cook in the old oven for a little while.

thanks for reading...