After the meeting with S, I’m wanting to keep data.  On literally everything.  Collect as much information as I can, and not think twice or at all about it.

Money spent so far today, $0.  This is consistent with the day’s aim, and putting aside funds for projects, and more travel.  After Paris, the Nurse and I can’t stop talking about travel, and we both concertedly have elected a path of production.  Meaning, we talk about going to NYC, then we go.  No thinking…

That, has been STOPPED.  The excess deliberations and rationalizing, measuring, mapping.  NO… just go.

14:56 and the writer isn’t tired.  Talking to myself, inventorying how I feel.  From emotions to visualizing possibilities, making them anything but a possibility but actuality.

Me, as a writer, wanting to finish everything.  All projects.  Who cares how long they are… and, TRAVEL.  That is the current meditation,  happening in this office, at this desk, me standing and seeing everything as something the Nurse and I can reach.

15:00 = Looking at the pen, journal.  Why am I just looking at it?  Why am I not scribbling something in this ‘till 50’ journal?

What I’m calling it.  Meaning, the only journal till I’m fucking 50.  FIF-TY.  I’m going to be FIFTY, one day??  UGH…..