something else

Walking back from lunch today —

And, you know, I'm sick of what I eat. Especially for lunch. Since moving to this new location, I haven't found anyplace nearby that does good decent salads, or a good deli to get reasonably priced sandwiches. I find myself getting pizza more often than I should. I've even... eaten at McDonald's a time or two. I feel disgusting. Don't touch me.

— I walked through a group of teenage kids with learning disabilities. A woman approximately my age was holding the hand of a boy and telling a girl named Julia to catch up with everyone. It was a noisy group — chatting, hopping up and down, making broad gestures. I caught the teacher's eye (I assume she was a teacher) for a second and smiled at her. I was trying to say something with that smile, I guess. Something along the lines of "hey I think what you're doing is great." As if she'd care. As if she'd know what I was smiling about.

I wish my job was more significant. I wish I was up to doing what I think would be more significant. Come to think of it, I'm going to be helping to raise a child soon. So, you know, check that one off I guess. That's pretty damned significant.

Lookee there. Problem solved.

Still thinking a lot about writing. Still going to bed thinking about the time play. Next week I'm going to spend some time next week working on the play (in other words... writing) and we'll see how that goes. It's been a while since I've put any pressure on myself to do anything creative like that. I'm going to take it as it comes and just try to move forward best I can.

Note to G: I haven't forgotten or given up on our project. That's a gimme. This is just something I have to do for myself.

Have a great weekend, y'all.