peanuts, arizona iced tea

orange juice hits the spot, only when there's somethin to write about.

woke up late fer trainin. bloody nose and no breakfast makes john lee a cranky boy.

went to this new local lunch place called "tom's sandwich stop". from the outside it looks kinda shady, but inside, decent food, decent service and simple atmosphere. got a taste of a bbw blt and a steak with cheese. fallin asleep and ponderin how to question people about domiciles.

back to base to relax, check up on msgs, and send things out. collected my ps2, followed by a run to prudential and off to pande. bodily stressed by work, decided to take a break from teh tourney. picked up on some new ideas, made some trades, a lil munch supply on the side.

takin the train back, i wonder in my mind random thoughts about dating, the night, and what to plan fer tmr, if i could say so in it. *sip of oj*

back at base, need to clean up and get ready again. couple more days till the seasons change, both weatherly and politically.

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does fear make you change, or does it make one overcompensate? as the final moves of the tourney drew it to a close, i think, "perhaps something is wrong with everybody." it's not to exert some kind of ego, but rather, they're stuck inside this expanded box, which to their minds look huge, but from outside...rather small.

at nights like these, or rather quiet moments whether in the park, on the go, or in the bathroom, a meditative state falls upon me. we are better than the situations we put ourselves into. we can grow and become better, if we're empowered...correctly, not corruptively.

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something about tonight, doesn't feel right? because the night isn't light until you've reached my sight.