Day 31

Still no symtoms to speak of. And, at last, the insomnia is settling down a bit. Maybe a phase, but maybe because I am avoiding hard physical work.

I was reminded how limited my recovery is the other night when G and I were out to drinks. He was quite fit looking, so I poltiely inquired. He has been doing two a days, lifitng mornings, spin classes evenings. 7 days a week. This would kill me deader than dead, but tehre was a time I could do that. At Uni, it was three a days, weights and practice, 3 hours more practice, then 2 hours more practice in the evening. And I could roll.

I dont miss it. I dont mind. Its a little frustrating, but part of me, and that me can see clearly and is respectful of the limitations that come with being me. We all have them. I know mine and they are like a fingerprint, like my tendancy to talk a bit much, father everyone, and give unsolicited advice. Like the way my left leg sticks out from skateboarding, and my nose turns 4 times from breaking it, and how my fingers are bad, while my hands are good.

So, that said I went on a nice run this weekend. After an evening with G, I sat up, enjoying being drunk and typing adn watchign GoodFellas. Yesterday I met with AJ, my old agent, who was charming and still looks 16. It was good to be addressed by my old modelling name again, just for giggles. I wandered around downtown and met the violinist for a local band because I walways tip street muscicians. I bought hrddrives for the company, and met a million old Cal people at Tipsy Pig. Then I met I and B and R at B's place. We reminisced about the GDR and the Czech republic, drank too much Pilsner, and then went to Indian food. After that we wandered to Mad Dog in the fog, to NIcky's, then over to Tornado. We adopted a table of people. I am a friendly guy, and I learned that from I, who learned that from B, so together, its like the Up with People meets Anne Rice. Ill let you sort that out.

Saw C out and it was a good, long evening.

Tonight, we are going for east german food and beer. Its a crew of 20 or so. I am hanign out with people who, when I was their age, I spent my Saturday nights trying to make it to Sunday morning. I was asked last night why I am not married. I considered answering truthfully, but went with "I have been busy".

I also got cuaght taking a handful of pills. Actually, I dont hide it anymore these days, so it was more of a overt maneauver which I explained by saying I needed to take the pills, but I was asked "Are those your crazy pills?" You dont know how close you are J.