Foundations
<< 6:41 p.m. - Thursday, Jan. 22, 2004 >>
Mom called. There is a horse where she is and I get to ride it on Sunday. Dad is going to get his letter published in the Portland Tribune. Jen and I bitch on the phone and laugh off our stupidity. It�s all so simple and my favorite. Even as things fall apart on my walk and I have to constantly pick them up, I feel pretty euphoric about where I�m headed these days. I�m ready for a plateau right now. This is where we build elegant structures on. I don�t know where I am going. That is the best part.

I�m ready to evolve again. Never can fit very well in those mummy sleeping bags.