This morning, feel a bit like there’s jet turbines in my chest and they’re revving up to take-off speed bigtime for the first time in ages, but there’s still chocs ( there has to be a better word than chocs) blocking my wheels.
Think I might have to go for a run around the block later. And a meditate sometime soon is definitely in order. Long night. Sometimes — in that prevoius life as `smokin’ yak’ I’d wake from a dream – and there’d be all these thiings to think about because of it that I’d get and go outside for a cig in the middle of the night.
Really wanted one of them last night. Several dreams – one about giving up, one about these black crabs trynna pincer me and someother one.