Heading off soon, off to some interesting sounding bar called the Golden Monkey.
Busy day again, but busy days are good days. They flow, you turn from one thing to the next, bada-bing bada-boom, acting on instinct often to make something happen right now; and sometimes acting after ruminating in the background to all this, a reasoned response announcing its presence, waiting to be disseminated or enacted.
I like days like this, and most days these days are just like this. It’s strange to think I can feel this way. Once upon it was pretty normal, and then, for a while, I lost it. Now it’s back and I feel a different man, dynamic and totally in control. It extends so far into my interpersonal relationships. I feel bright and creative, funny and kind. Half the time I’m riffing and be-bopping so that the girls around me are laughing or teasing me and joining in. We have a lot of fun while we still manage to achieve a hell of a lot. You gotta be this way to understand what you haven’t been. I always used to think in my heyday that I wasn’t better or worse than anyone, just that there was more of me. I haven’t thought that for a while, and had no reason to. Now I do again. I never realised how bad I became until I came good. Right now I feel a force of nature, as if nothing can stop me.
Anyway, I’m riffing again. Should pack up, go. Melbourne darkens. The lights flicker on the river. It’s very good. Time for a drink.
