And so another week begins...

I didn't feel about writing about the news today, even though there is much to say, I just don't feel super knowledgeable about any one thing to really be able to talk on it, so I'm thinking we'll try a stream-of-conscienceousness thing (hey, it worked for Hemingway didn't it?).

I'm not sure if it's the fact that I slept last night, or that we have a slight break from the kind of heat that not only makes me want to rap and pillage, or that I have a 3 day week and a bit of a long weekend before school starts, but for a Monday I'm feeling really refreshed. It could also be that I got buck wild Friday and spent the rest of the weekend trying to recoup. My only complaint is this nagging restlessness that I can't seem to find much to do with. I should use it to finish ironing and cleaning my house, but what fun is that?

I've said it before, but I'm totally surprised by the people that come and go in and out of your life. It's kind of like the tide. One minute you might get this awesome shell, and then out that wave goes and in comes some sea weed. Then who knows. Point being that I have a few friends that really have been taking care of me lately. I'll hardly ever admit to it, but sometimes I do need someone to carry a little weight for me, and for a while there it was really stacking up.

I think the best friendships are the unexpected ones. You know, like that hidden present on Christmas morning. The one that you find hidden at the back of the tree that you definately didn't put on your list (and for real, when I make a list, or really any sort of delcaration, I expect it to be followed. I know what I want) that ends up being your favorite thing. Soon no matter how much you didn't want it to begin with, you'd be damned to throw it out. I have one friend, in particular right now, who fits that. And whether we're sitting watching tv with a bottle of wine, going to brunch or they're watching me throw dollar bills at some drag queen, I'm pretty thankful to have them.

I guess what I'm trying to say (not totally successfully) is that you can't forget the small things. There might be some huge things in my life I'd like to change right now or as Dora would like to say "Whatever I'm unsatisfied with." No lie, that list is extensive. Probably always will be. I have come to accept the fact that I will always want to have things be better, have something to conquer or do, be reaching for that unattainable perfection. I guess what Buddah would call Nirvana. My own shallow, baby pool Nirvana, but Nirvana nonetheless. But the little things, like that person who smiles at you, or that friend who laughs with you or even the time you picked to go to the grocery store can be just as important as the steps you actively take. More often that not it's not so much what I do, as what is done for me.