'cause i got one hand in my pocket...

Undiluted misery doesn't good reading make, i see. oh well.

misery has lifted. or been seen through. i dunno. tired of my dream scenes; tired of my frenetic concern with inconsequentialities. for now.

maybe i'm at a turning point in life. came to a realisation recently that i am, have been, a dilettante. it aint gonna work no more baby. gotta fix a direction, take a pick. (picking the read-till-my-eyes-fall-out path for now. urban regeneration practice will come later).

it seems that in the pauses between wistful and horny longings, i have been worrying about all the wrong future-related things. such as getting a job, repaying loans etc. i have things to do before that, and i must do them well. as Yoda said of Luke - "always he looks to the future, looks far away, never his mind in what he does and where he is".

well, this mind is back in the present space-time. there are no short-cuts or guarantees, just huge challenges.

there's a lot of juicy work to sink teeth into. and no excuses this time. and i aint trying to find any, yippee-yay.

so all that remains to be said today is.............on-your-mark, get-set, GO