"Life Won't Wait" at Chambers Street

Called out sick yesterday and ate a ton of food this weekend (including my first dose of french fries in quite a while -- tasty but unnecessary and I forgot to ask for a baked potato instead and couldn't exercise enough self-discipline). Cap that off without dinner last nite and I felt sluggish this morning. This is an extremely uncommon occurrence.

My brother gave me his Ipod which is now deemed obsolete for him so this will hopefully be the last music-less ride via digital transmission. I did have "Life Won't Wait" by Ozzy (new tune) stuck in my head which was really cool because as I approached the crosswalk at Chambers Street a cab had an ad for "Scream," his new album. I thought that was cool and I dig the lyrics a lot and equally love the prominence of the bass in that song, especially when it gets to play the melody between verses. I don't own the album and will wait until J&R puts it on sale during xmas eve.

I finished an essay by Sloane Crosley this morning who really hit upon something interesting -- "after your first poop all by yourself, life is downhill" (paraphrased) in terms of getting a pat on the back. Funny, honest and insightful. Totally true, too.

I periodically think about drugs. I was not, and am not a drug user, but I think about how something as seemingly insignificant as pot ruined several of my friendships and in turn, strengthened the friendships for people I'd moved away from. Now I am some of their facebook friends and I am disgusted with myself. I don't hate them anymore but if I saw most of them as I rode by them I'd say hello and keep going. I used to dwell on this sort of thing but now I meditate on it. I don't need any more "remember-whens." I'll keep my distance and dignity, thank you very much. It wasn't just my friends smoking weed that did it but it was how they traded ambition and potential for the chance to get high at the middle school parking lot during high school off-periods. Then came the ecstasy and when I voiced my genuine concerns about it they looked at me as if I was an earth science teacher asking what had happened to your GPA -- not a concerned friend they'd known all their lives. That was the end of 98/start 99. Once college came around I was mostly done with them and was very happy to have reconnected with other friends during that time.

See what happens if you don't eat dinner? Ghosts take over your thoughts when you should be thinking about the present and the future. I'll have to run today during lunch -- Ipod hopefully in tow -- and burn this away with the french fry grease. The triathlon is in less than 4 weeks now and I need to tap in. Thank you for reading.