Soul.

So soulful.

Scott sent me a link to a song, Beyond by Leon Bridges last night.

Blew me away.

I haven’t heard this type of soulful sound in years, especially from a modern artist.

It transports me back to a different time.

That chorus, that hook. So catchy. So great.

So in love.

I’m listening to his album now, getting my fill of the soulful music that I didn’t realize I was missing.

Hurting.

Pain.

I bruised my ribs a few days ago.

How?

I leaned over a shopping cart.

Yep.

That’s all I did.

I leaned over a shopping cart and fell on the child seat back wrong.

At fucking Costco.

Yep.

Now, pain.

It’s hard to sleep. Hard to sit down. Hard to do much of anything.

Yep.

So damn proud of myself.

So. Damn. Proud.

Hopefully it’ll heal within the next week or two.

Not much I can do.

Sawtelle.

It’s a popular hot spot in Westside.

Japantown.

That’s another name for it.

It’s a little strip filled with Asian food.

When I first moved here, it was mostly Japanese food, hence the moniker.

Now, we have a good mix of different kind of Asian food.

Japanese, Chinese/Shanghainese/Taiwanese, Korean, Philippines, Vietnamese.

There’s’ no Thai, but I’m sure one day there will be one.

The rent, expensive.

This little tea shop has a rent of $10K/mo. Fucking ridiculous.

Westside.

It’s a popular area and if you want skin in the game, you got to pay a large premium.

I’m glad I live so close. I’m glad I have some good Asian food on the west side.

The Vietnamese food isn’t the best, but it’s something. At least there is Viet food.

There’s something to fill my cravings when I don’t want to cook Viet food.

Ahh, food. I’m such a whore for it.

Food.

I love food.

Normal.

I’m trying to get back to normal.

What is normal?

No idea.

It’s not what it was.

There’s a sense of never being able to get back to how things were before the scope of work changed at the Agency for me.

There’s a lot more work. There’s a lot more responsibility.

I get home from work and I don’t want to think about anything anymore.

I get home from work and I don’t want to think about all the unfinished and unfinished tasks and projects that I need to get on.

There’s so much.

My brain is fried.

I can’t focus on anything.

Bored.

Distracted.

My brain is different.

I’m different.

I just want to go back to how things were.

Or how my behavior was.

I just want to go back.

Can I?

I’m scared to death that she might be it/that the love is real/that the shoe might fit…

That chorus.

That hook.

She might be my everything/Beyond.

My mind wanders.

Distracted.

No focus.

It’s time for me to move on.

Tomorrow.

It’ll be something else. Tomorrow will be work.

Project.

Script.

Tomorrow.