after after...

14.5 straight hours of sleep, one discovery of spending TOO MUCH MONEY this weekend and two phone conversations I can't remember later...

I feel human again. Which is good. Because I need to essentially do it all again times 2 in one week's time.

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I was an observer of a conversation between some musicians about exercise and may have found a good motivator: One musician was saying how he didn't have much time or energy to exercise regularly on the road, and partied so hard that he was too exhausted to motivate himself. The other two guys (who are very obviously in good shape) said "Yeah, I used to be that way too but found that if you actually get some exercise on a regular basis, you end up having alot more energy and can actually party more."

This, plus the aquisition of the new Shout Out Out Out Out disc, may be the best combination of motivators I have ever heard in my life!

after

Too tired for giddy.

It was one of those weekends (weeks?) where there was just too much to take in, too many contacts made and renewed, relationships altered, strengthened. Real time. A long-awaited introduction. A love affair rekindled. Too much music to even begin to give it all it's chance. Laughter, tears, something old, something new....

I don't have giddy in me. I have a quiet contented satisfaction I cannot explain combined with the smallest touch of odd disappointment. Just the smallest touch, enough to make it all seem real, which somehow makes the disappointment a good thing. If I make any sense at all?

The overwhelming desire to say "You had to be there" but I hate that - of course you had to be there - of course I had to be THERE, as well, but wasn't. (Too bad about no cloning.)

My comfort zone feels a bit tight today. I think I need a good night's sleep - then maybe my words will make more sense. The maybe my head will be on a bit straighter and my emotions not so chaotic.