Friday Night

Ah, the end of the week. Yet the beginning of the weekend. Should I be drinking? Tired of drinking, so boring, relentless, useless, waste of time, and keeps me from my run in the mornings.

Perpetually twelve years old am I jumping up and down on the trampoline trying pull the apple out of tree. Then, I hit my head and complain, yelling and swaring at the branch, but later hugging the trunk telling it how much I love it's beautiful "permanence". What a brat! Seriously, I need to severly tape my mouth shut in order to avoid what my friend Sarah calls, word vomit.

Am I stressed out? Uh..a little...ok a lot. So that's what exercise is for right? Well, ok do that three times a week, or more. Still out of shape...another one of those questions. What does that mean?!! Am I supposed to be a circle, triangle, rectangle, or a square? Hmm Passive=Circle???? But I like squares...and why can't I go way out and be a dodecahedron! Platonic solids rock, and they have lots of meaning. Of course, I don't know if I want my definition to be "The Universe in all it's infinite wonder." I don't know about you, but that's a little too much pressure for me. Hmm maybe the center of a simple round circle within a circle...within a circle. Yes ok, I've read way too much esoteric babble and it ends up in one tangled mess of an equation inside my head. A Sculptor I knew put it like this, "They make artists go to school and learn equations with all these x's and y's, why not something like

CAR(BUS) +LIMOUSINE = DOUBLE WIDE??

Yes, that is the kind of language that most certainly makes sense. Except in my head not only do you get automobile algebra, but houses, and pathways, and weird laughing libriarians with pet snails. Yes, a surrealist for sure. I like to think of it as putting it altogether in one cohesive vision so anyone could relate or understand. Of course, I'm more than likely insane.