uh oh...
... I think it would behoove me to not start on a tangent of intelligence and depth right now.
Please forgive me. It's just that late.
Here we go, Day 212: https://ia700801.us.archive.org/26/items/Improv31312/20120313152649.mp3
okay, okay... so now that Apple says I need to update my phone, I have to wait until all this is finished to get my improv on here. So what I had wanted to write about earlier today was about my insomnia last night, and the sleep gremlins that stole my rest away from me. And how the only way I was able to combat them was to pull out my journal, and write. And I read about all the things that I did and felt a decade ago... and I reflected on the differences of it all, and the sameness of it all. And I read my last entry, which was, in fact, the very day before I started this whole project. If I transcribed it all here, it would make incredible sense, and stir poignant interest... most words would be insufficient for what has followed in the past months. But my vulnerability stops there. If you know me in real life, you can ask me about it, and I will tell you, and that window is open to you. But if you don't, then there's no reason to know more. That's just where I draw my line. And... good night, then....
... I think it would behoove me to not start on a tangent of intelligence and depth right now.
Please forgive me. It's just that late.
Here we go, Day 212: https://ia700801.us.archive.org/26/items/Improv31312/20120313152649.mp3
okay, okay... so now that Apple says I need to update my phone, I have to wait until all this is finished to get my improv on here. So what I had wanted to write about earlier today was about my insomnia last night, and the sleep gremlins that stole my rest away from me. And how the only way I was able to combat them was to pull out my journal, and write. And I read about all the things that I did and felt a decade ago... and I reflected on the differences of it all, and the sameness of it all. And I read my last entry, which was, in fact, the very day before I started this whole project. If I transcribed it all here, it would make incredible sense, and stir poignant interest... most words would be insufficient for what has followed in the past months. But my vulnerability stops there. If you know me in real life, you can ask me about it, and I will tell you, and that window is open to you. But if you don't, then there's no reason to know more. That's just where I draw my line. And... good night, then....