waking jonas is dealing with that outfit.

jaws and verse

i’ve been having a hard time sleeping this past week. on top of feeling highly sympathetic towards the local news i’m finding myself having minor anxiety attacks (most likely stress-related coupled with muscle strain - i’ve been on a few long rides this week). but it’s manifesting itself in my neck and jaw. tension pain like that doesn’t exactly lull me off to dreamland.

i keep fantasizing about simplifying my lifestyle (despite its relative simplicity when compared to families with children) i still feel like i could relieve some of load-bearing joints. it helps to read some of the tips i find on zen habits, though i run into a few snags between theory and practice.

this afternoon i’m feeling better. jared managed to put me in a better mood by reminding me that soon i will be able to decorate a whole new place. i think i just need to get a bag full of worry dolls and pick up some of my older hobbies again, like messing around with acrylics or camping out in random libraries/parks/aquariums/zoos to work on my writing.

i used to spend time writing by the shark tank at point defiance. it was my happy little place with dark peaceful monsters. i kind of miss them…especially creepy snaggletooth.

he was my favorite.

Drinking alcohol helps with the sleep, or so I’ve been told… speaking of alcohol, have you found a place like E-9 up in Seattle yet? I got back in touch with Josh H. from the cellar, who has his name on a plaque for drinking all of E-9’s beers (more than once, I believe). I haven’t done a ton of searching, but I haven’t found an open-air pub yet.

I still remember what must have been a Tuesday or Thursday night after pickup frisbee at Jefferson Park. The frisbee-ers had a table going and we were having a good time, then I hear all this commotion behind me. I turn around to see you and Fieman dropping shots into pint-glasses of Guinness… the race wasn’t even close, as you raised your arms to the sky triumphantly!

Then burped.

LOL what?!

yeah i have a hard time imagining tessa beating jason at a car bomb race..

well, now i suddenly remember winning

haha..i remember the first time chris told me that story. i wish i could’ve been there. priceless.

you two should race. it was half st. patrick’s day a few days ago.

1/2 st patty’s day! I love it!

Good luck with returning to old writing-habits at old haunts. I loved the shark-tank at P.D. park, too, as well as the reptile-display, which is gone now, I gather. Thanks for your comment on moths….I, too, often ask our cat, the Russian Blue, Lisa Marie, when she is going to break through and begin speaking English. I know she secretly studies it.