two weeks and no entry. it's been hectic... lots to do at work and yet still not enough hours to make ends meet in that comfortable sort of way we all secretly dream about, starving artist be damned... still trying to write, but suddenly i want to write so many different things that all my little projects are piling up and only getting a sliver of attention and perhaps i have spread myself to thin in an effort to make up for months of lethargy; balance must be in sight... yoga three times a week is good, even if the instructor is ten times hotter than me and tyler and i both know it; an excercise in humbling acceptance and an inspiration to get eight pound weights and master my plank pose... the pot luck club is thriving, we went to the third one last night and it was both delicious, though i still find it odd that some of my friends now are surgeons and professors - some times i think all we have in common is a that we're vegetarians and that's enough to bring us together for dinner. which is pretty beautiful if you think about it... this weekend we're going out of town to help some guy burn some of his land. this is apparently a normal thing to do and good for the land. i don't really know much about it, though tyler is certified and will be teaching me. i hope i don't set myself on fire and that i will return to good old nacogdoches with thrilling tales of searing heat and elemental adventure.
until then, my chickies, until then.