The Pulse Of Life

It has been an eventful week though at the same time I cannot exactly say what went on. I can say that the week past dragged quite a bit and I'd lost my edge on Thursday night.

Of course, given the typical Friday fucking around when I go in during the daytime, let's just say that I'm glad that this particular week is over.

I still have one extra day to work, but that's on Sunday.


I did go out "on the town" in the middle of the week and felt the "pulse" of life as I walked down the street in downtown Long Beach one sunny and cool afternoon. By pulse of life, I mean that I had my eyes and ears open to what was going on around me and the thrum of life in the big city flowed through my senses. I didn't have anywhere to be until I went to work and was going to do some more book shopping, but as I went to the bookstore, I noticed all the goings-on around me.

It wasn't a particularly earth-shattering observational period, but I felt more or less at home in the crowd just doing my thing. It makes me realize that there are countless folks exactly like me all around the world. We all do our thing, just trying to get by while idiots and blowhards speak in our name as they strut across the international stage.

Sometimes that bothers me. Others, it's as irrelevant as wondering if I can lift a house with my fingertips.