i rejoin the wurkforce again tomorrow. i'll need a crash-course in eating and sleeping and paying attention. i've been a space-ball lately. i'm imagining one of those lime or cherry flovored jello-sphere's they have at the eating factory, coasting through the skies on a bed of lettuce, jiggling in the turbulence, rising up past the clouds through the atmosphere. i'm imagining myself going mental. i used to be very self-entertaining. now i'm just feeling mental. a good, happy, jiggly space-ball mental. haha -- poke me, i think i can be hours of fruity fun.

india's almost here. i am so -- wow -- just trying to chill out on the intensity of it all. trying to pin all the butterflies down. i'm working on focusing on the little silly things like what we should do and what movies we could rent and the shows we can go to and the yummi's that we can cook and bake and all, rather than the what if's and the what next's. the butterflies are hyper and they're tickling my tummi and what if and what next and there's flowers in here and if a butterfly flaps its wings in wisconsin will the flutter become the breeze that becomes the storm that carries me away and... yeah.