Devil Is In The Details

Running late for poker night, still procrastinating. Wore my shirt inside out, changed in the lift without anyone noticing. Noticed people quarelling at the void deck, turned back to stare at them. Colored lights at the park nearby, haven't been there in ages to run. iPod on random, songs I haven't heard in eons. Mentioned chinaman a few times unapologetically in front of a friend from china. On my way back, saw the topless cobbler uncle riding across the junction.

Manic mode ceases.

Of Present 511

Over the month, I have been embarking on a series of self improvement initiatives that I promised myself I would. Learn driving, running to get in better shape, starting my own business and meeting more new people. But my time isn't as occupied as it should be. And I can't see how having or doing any of these things will make me a better person from my cynical viewpoint of the cosmos.

Coincidences don't happen as often as one would like. I met Gua yesterday stoning at the station after driving lesson. We hadn't met or talked in over 2 years I think. She needed a driving instructor, and coincidentally I showed up and gave her the contact for mine. Then we had lunch at this claypot place, talked about her psychology course and UK. Oh yes, neoteny and pre-determinism.

The universe has a funny way around certain things happening. Waiting to see more.