last night he said, "you should try breathing deeper. you should feel your stomach rising up and falling down. press it if you want, when you're laying down and doing deep breathing." later, i looked down and saw four needles in my stomach, laid out in a cross. there were also three on each inner arm, and a lot on my feet.

i have a grand amount of time, but it still doesn't feel like enough. i suppose i've been doing a lot of adventures. i went to arroyo seco two weeks ago. i think im going to monterey this weekend. i find that i take pleasure in going to bed early. i'm not outing like i thought i would, but i find that i am at home reading or on my computer editing. i am trying to decide when is the best time to buy a new monitor. i am also trying to schedule the next two years of my life (loosely).

i'm not necessarily counting the days that pass, but as the next day comes certain things surface as more important, more urgent. here i am in san francisco right now, but i think that can change.