Sunday Reflection (Rippled)

1:00pm. Half awake. I feel the Nyquil residual. I yawn and my eyes water. It would be nice to sleep forever I think. It would be nice to drift off into a dream and sleep. Maybe it's just the song that's playing--"It's A Fine Day." hah. My phone is across the room on the corner of my bed--out of arm's reach. It just beeped with a new message. Since the phone didn't ring, I'm assuming it's a text message. Could I be right? Am I wrong? I'm too tired to get up and find out. I want to write instead. The message will wait. It will be there until I'm finished, but I cannot guarantee that my desire to write will outlast the brief seconds it takes to get out of the chair and come back with the phone. That's the tricky think about writing inspiration: cease it when it comes.

The same could be said about probably anything in life that one looks after. Dating, job opportunities, changing lanes on a freeway when there's an opening.

FLASH: picture as I stare out my window's frame of an Asian pagoda. The slats on the blinds--flat with the curvature of the curtains--drawn open.

Aries had his B-day dinner at Bosa Nova last night. I wasn't feeling well and went home to rest while Cheddy, Art & Aries were at the dinner. (The phone beeps to remind me) I met up with them at RAGE. I knew that this particular bunch wouldn't stay very long. They can't. There's no stamina for the night life. It is not them. (Anymore--if at all, really.) And that's good, I think. I would not like to have a bunch of friends who were all creatures of the night. I've always liked the variety of personality that my friends bring to the table. As Martha Stewart would say, "It's a good thing."

With the middle finger of my left hand I gently move it over the hair & skin of my eyebrow where I was pierced about a month ago. It's the first time I've really felt the bar under the skin. It doesn't hurt. Not infected. Another good thing. I ponder whether this will be a passing piercing, or one like my tongue that has lingered now for almost four years. The practical mind sets in and thinks that I'd have to take it out if I went on a job interview. The artists tells me that no job is worth having without the freedom to express part of your personality outwardly. Sadly, I never choose one side or the other and I have to cope with that clash in an eternal bubble always about to burst.

Friday night I went to The Boom. The music and people were pleasant. The highlight of my evening was running into Aaron & Bryan and hearing that Ali's CD to me was in their car. I'm listening to it right now. I've been listening to it pretty much since I got it back. I was too tired to drive home and stayed at Joe's place up the hill. Another night of fooling around that I guess would technically end my celibacy...lol. The cuddles were nice, but my mind is so preoccupied with this coming Monday dinner.

A glance at the clock says I should shower before Sebastian gets here to go to the beach. Meeting Cheddy there. Roommate going as well. Nice to be surrounded by friends when I don't have what it is that I want right now.