Handling shit, like the Nurse says.  Today getting up, seeing the Story with a sharp and almost stinging clarity.

Finances hit first, handling shit like the Nurse says.  She downstairs handling more projects.  Need to mail something, I remind myself.  Prepping more notes for students next week.

Sales, and Sales Training, distilled to self-exploration, and communicative modes.  Inward and outward.

Staying in this journal, seeing what I find.  Organized.  And yes, OPERATIONALIZED.

More discipline.  Hemingway.  More than Kerouac.  Deciding to STOP certain habits and character consistencies.

On my second latte.  Sipping slow as I just told the Nurse, still jazzed from the first one.  Not jittery, but pretty fucking close.