Ugh

Still waging war with the time difference. Who would have ever thought three hours would so royally screw up someone's system.

Slept too late again today so no morning exercise :( I like to blame the time difference and whine about jet lag and insomnia but I suspect deep down I'm just not disciplined. But here again it's 12:30am and I have been reading for three hours in an attempt to put myself to sleep and the only thing I sucessfully accomplished was finishing The Game. Interesting read, funny how it reads like Neil Strauss' personal Fight Club, only not as poignant because he comes off as a total douche through half of it. Wading through all the pap about sexual conquests though, I love to read intelligent accounts of people interacting with other people and how complicated or simple it can be. The limitless possibilities of what can happen when two people start talking for the first time is wonderful.

Happily got to watch another episode of Sons of Anarchy this morning. I watch a lot of crap TV, always fascinated in why something is popular, especially if it is garbage. Sons of Anarchy is brilliant, a weird twist on Hamlet with motorcycles and gun running and gang wars. Seeing the finished product of creative and talented people making something that is flawless is a beautiful thing and inspires me to do the same. Watching most of the junk on the CW teaches me how not to do things. Yeah, I'm talking to you, 90210.

Passed the 25% mark on the house today, the massive side is complete and I curled around to the front and the back and got a little headstart on both. The fourth side will be tricky because of the solarium that I'm not sure I can get over. Glass structures are a pain in the ass. The air is clean though and nature is beautiful. I love being surrounded by woods and haven't been for far too long.

A correction to last night's post that I was thinking about today while working. Once upon a time D called me "a prince amung men". This was the second best compliment I've ever received. She sees a lot of men and the vast majority of them could be described as the dregs. I could have easily been lumped in with the rest of the dregs but instead we connected and developed an interesting friendship.

I miss you, D, and can't wait to see you again. Know that I hope you are well, feeling better and that rehearsals are going great.