Hours and arms

Commute at dawn

O, I have a bicycle;
O, I have my lover —

On my bare arms and
arrogance
I swear, no one
has ever
been happier

Late summer through early winter, 2011

The lab did a terrible job scanning these, but I don't mind. From southeastern Massachusetts, New Hampshire, San Francisco, the Chicago suburbs.

Monday

Things are not bad at all except for when I think they are

* The more I freak out about how bad being unemployed is, the less capable I am of securing employment.

* This could be a nice enough time if I let it be.

* Stressors I do not have to deal with include: paying rent, paying for groceries. Thanks, Mom and Dad.

* I have money in my bank account from the last six weeks of temping. Not enough to move out, but enough to go places and do things and relax a little about what living expenses I do have.

* And I have plenty of time and energy now to do things that will keep me feeling okay (IF I LET THEM) such as sleep enough, meditate, watch Xena, ride my bike, be with my love, bake...

* All I have to do is keep putting in some work every day (vis–à–vis job applications) and keep learning.