when we reach the hill

Saturday I got brunch at Tweet which was tasty as always. I feel like I did something else but maybe not. Took a nap? I was really tired from a late night Friday and waking up early Saturday. I also watched Bujalski's Funny Ha Ha and really didn't like it. Maybe the funniest part of it was realizing how excruciating it is to watch these people do stupid shit for 90 straight minutes then realize that you are essentially doing the same stupid shit. Then I went to bed so I could get up early for my Sunday run (8 miles!). New E picked me up at 6:20 in the freakin' morning to drive me up to the run site, which totally ruled. The buses are wonky on Sundays so having a ride was awesome. I even got a ride home too! I didn't realize there were such nice people in the world, that was above and beyond the call of duty. Then we went to Feed for brunch so I could refill the 1,000 calories I lost running. I spent the afternoon napping again, then got my hair chopped off. It was so hot and my hair was too long anyway. Its basically the exact same cut and color I had during my last few months in SF when I had Jason the Bear cutting my hair. I miss him. Then Sunday evening was spent watching The White Diamond with new E. I reaffirmed my hero-worship for Red Beard/Mark Antony in the film and my odd desire to move to Guyana and just hang out with my roosters all day. Its a good film for putting my idiocy in check.

So the activities of the weekend were all pretty decent, but mentally I was exhausted. I feel so stupid because I'm essentially looking a gift horse in the mouth. If only resolve actually stuck. I'd also like people to make all my tough decisions for me because I'm lazy and totally stressed out. I have a few weeks to work on this current one which helps me. I'll probably spend it re-reading Wind-Up Bird Chronicle (or at least the bits where he stays in the well) and attempting to grow the eff up and realize whats good and whats bad for me.