Life is so utterly bizarre, I cannot even begin to put it into words, nor would I always want to try.

Work is... well... I guess a new sort of normalcy is starting to set in. Still, I have a hard time convincing myself that this is now the "full staff" when so many cubes are empty and desserted. It feels unreal.

The workday seems long, even though I'm there for the same amount of clock time as always. Lots of stuff to do. I now have responsibilities that would have been assumed by others before. In a way, the challenge of it feels good. Like this is an opportunity for me to really show the world what I am capable of.

Ever changing, the future is.

I didn't really summarize anything that I did last weekend, excepting my little romp on Friday night. I contemplate whether I want to bother. Though relatively mundane, I had a very enjoyable weekend. I think I feel like sticking in a dvd to watch instead of typing for an hour about it.

Here's the quickie version:

Saturday: Paid rent. Hiked Shadow Canyon (solo this time). Wandered Pearl Street. Found myself in Lighthouse Bookstore, where I bought a copy of an Alan Watts book (previously mentioned). He's gotta be one of my all-time favorite Buddhist philosophers (not that I've read that many). Spent several hours on Pearl Street reading my book, lounging around in front of the courthouse, and pondering the meaning of life. Came home. Got some nice sleep.

Sunday: Slept a lot. Went to an afternoon matinee of Insomnia. Made movielog entry. Ate fruit. Watched sunset from my porch. Went to bed at some point.

For the past few days, I have been adhering to the sage words:

Really. Not worrying too much about when it's meal time. Instead of trying to follow some schedule of when I "should" eat, just listening for my stomach to tell me when it's ready. And waiting. And waiting. And eating a piece of fruit. Then letting another 12-24 hours go by.

It's insane. It's freaky. How utterly little food is needed (or even wanted by the body) to function, if I really take the time to check my senses. A couple pieces of fruit every day, and maybe a bagel. A couple Tacos from the Bell for lunch today. Insanely enough, I feel awesome in a physical sense. Not quite fasting, but eating only what's needed. Interesting...

Well, now I'm gonna go watch a little movie from my collection, or watch part of a movie before falling asleep, whatever the case may be. (One of these days, I'll take some time to get the Collective on its feet again, because I really miss it, but my mind doesn't need that right now.)