disjointed three times

1. i had dirt on my back and under my fingernails and in my hair as we laughed our way out of the park, delirious with our skived afternoon. i was feeling calm, at last, detached from the rest of this week and less anxious than i'd been when we arrived. we joked that i'd gotten in a scuffle, perhaps with the man practicing with his quarterstaff on the bluff, for disrespecting my woman. this was the story we told the boys, who didn't even look surprised, until we told them that we were lying, that i'd just chosen a dusty spot to watch the sky for a few hours. i feel perhaps i ought to work on my public image; i seem to have an ill-founded reputation as a brawler.

2. when i get an idea in my head, i have a tendency to worry it like a small terrier with a bone. it is occasionally a useful habit, as sometimes it allows me to solve problems quickly. other times, it's a problem, sending me into an endless feedback loop that does nothing but compile a wall of noise. it is not, generally speaking, a terribly productive habit.

3. i have a new song half-written.

that is all.