in a funky place

so that's where I am today...

don't know if it's the post-long-weekend emotional/philosophical hangover (not an alcohol hangover... that was yesterday).

don't know if it's the fact that I'm listening/watching Ricky Jay playing poker on DVD... it's really more fascinating than you'd believe.

listening to some new music (some by a new discovery, Sarah Borges and the Broken Singles; others by the wonderfully witty Scott Miller) isn't taking me out of it.

don't feel like working out, though I really need to, especially given my caloric intake over the weekend.

weird... yesterday, at a party at Kyle's girlfriend's parents' house, we discussed fears (specifically after my falling into the water while trying to go kayaking with Jack)...

if you don't know me, then you don't know I have a fear, a phobia, of water... Kyle pretty much had to jump in (with Haley) to save my ass

so anyway, we discussed fears (my jumping out of an airplane seemed unimaginable to the swimmers on the deck)... and maybe that's why I'm feeling the way I am... (that, and the fact that The Bucket List was on HBO last night)... but I'm thinking about my Bucket List.

more to follow...