Appetite for Life

Lately, I've taken a career turn and while it's exciting, I definitely feel like I've had to adjust. Wait, scratch that. I am continuing to adjust. My schedule is all over the place and I both like and dislike it.

It's been affecting my appetite for sure. I find that I'm not particularly craving anything nowadays. I would almost forget to eat completely if it weren't for my stomach reminding me painfully and loudly that I need to eat. But food for me has become a duty, and nothing fun. That depresses me.

I love food so the fact that I can't even be roused to enjoy it is worrisome. So today I think I'm gonna try my hand at some baking to see if I can revive some of my creativity. This weather is perfect for those sweet smells that will be emanating from the oven, too. All dreary and cold. Won't you have some tea and biscuits with me?

3 Wills, 1 Abraham, 20 Tracks, and a Dash of Sleep

Didn't get much sleep last night. I ended up staying out later than usual and got into bed waaaay later than I had planned on. Waking up at 4 am sucks, even more so when you're expected to be charming and chatty by 6 am. Anywho...

So I got to see all 3 Wills today. Had morning tea and a catnap with Will 1, had coffee and pastries with Will 2 later, then lifted weights and compared biceps with Will 3. This is quite a moment in history for me. Seeing all three Wills in one day is like checking your bank statement one day to see what all your bills have been paid and you've got more money than you had anticipated. It was a beautiful thing.

In between all that, I decided to text Abraham on my commute home. I quoted a line from All These Things That I've Done by The Killers. "I've got soul, but I'm not a soldier." His response? "I'm totally listening to that song right now!" It was a total psychic moment for us since I was listening to the same song at the same time! Ahhhhh, he said it made his night. Made mine, too. Gosh, I miss that kid.

So I got a mix CD and I'm excited to hear what's on it. I wish I could've listened to it today, but this girl has run outta minutes. And I have to be up early again. Blah.

Hardly Strictly

Lately I've been feeling like the hours in my day get used up so quickly and I fall asleep every night not knowing where the time went. But I know that I must've done something awesome and epic because my body hurts, I'm so mentally exhausted that I can't even think about what my name is, and all I want to do is go out and do everything I can't remember to do again to capture that wonderful feeling of living.

Does it count as living if I don't remember?