Days move like fingers and toes

Today has been slow. Slow minded primarily. I’ve been sitting around, listening to

music instead of completing the tasks appointed of me. Not the best idea in the world, but I needed a mental break today. The past few days have been thick with newness and junk that I am to learn and absorb and regurgitate later. The lunch with Yoshee was needed as well. Now, I’m feeling a bit more relaxed, and able to focus on the tasks before me; there aren’t too many, but still.

When I get home, hopefully, I’ll be treated to the smells of ground beef being grilled on

our new grill and a newly hung hammock to lie in while eating said beef. Then I can read some, talk some and relax some more, and hopefully go to bed early tonight. I doubt the likelihood of such a thing. Payam told me that he wanted to have a party tonight. He wanted to invite a few people over to eat the ground beef and swing in the hammock. Especially one girl whom he fancies quite a bit. I’m not sure about her though. After all, she likes both the Dave Matthews Band and the Yankees, so I’m not so sure she can be trusted. But it’ll be fine. She’ll come over, and P will present his charm to her. I have a feeling that will work out, and I’m glad for him. He’s a great dude. As for me, I…don’t think that I’m really even looking. There have been women around, but I’m not attracted to them in the same ways I would like to be attracted to someone. The kind of feeling you get when you find some common ground and not on cars or jobs or money. Something more visceral (Yes, please, no need to point out that cars are visceral, ass) than those things. Something like an experience. (Shrug) Perhaps I’ll hear a good story tonight about something random, and I’ll listen and digest it for later. I always love a good story, and someone who’s eyes stay on you while holding conversation.