bruised in such a lovely way.
spent yesterday at westport learning to surf.
Dalto is a very paitent teacher and so are the waves at westport. ok, maybe they aren't quite gentle, nor really paitent as they pound you. but they keep coming back to give you another ride. i am sore. my shoulders have definitely lost the stamina i used to have when i swam. almost makes me want to do something about it. in all my spare minutes.

good morning.

i have a messy apartment and a pile of reading to take care of. forgive me, but i really should be doing some worky work as well. i got a million things going on and aren't quite sure how i fit into them. and then i remember it is sunday..... nother cup of fake coffee and then i'll go back to bed. I am in the middle of Kitchen Confidential and The Whisper of the River, both are fine reads. Kitchen Confidential is autobiographical piece about a chef and exposes the tricks and nastieness of that trade and The Whisper of the River is another Ferrol Sams romp through the south and being Raised Right. Hilarious.

after i got home last night i fed the cats, hopped in the shower, shaved and ran over to martha's place (actually drove, i have a car now, thanks mom and the nice folks at poniac!) and we caught the bus down to EMP to see Air (la bande français)... which was nice and enjoyable except i was too tired to stand. hung out with my old pal naomi starr, brian and tina, martha, ryan, sandy, avi, dr. fain, carriego, chip, marcie and dave oh and who else. my eyes were bleeding by the end of the evening i was so tired.

all in all a great day.