[concord]

thank you, me
for getting me out of my funk. The me from last semester would have taken advantage of every day I had between the end of my internship and the beginning of school (Monday August 26, roar). The six days following the "finale" were full of potential, and I couldn't muster any inspiration to go and create, enjoy, or explore.

After a few days of cereal eating and tv watching during my nap breaks, I finally broke out of the do-nothing pattern. Thank you gymnasium for waking me up. I forced myself to get back into the swing of things by going to an Aerobics class. Things were good. On Wednesday, I organized and packed for the move back to Cal. I attended a Spinning class Wednesday evening. Things got better.

Thursday held excellent promise. San Francisco MOMA, Boudin Bakery (they say it's pronounced "BOH-deen"), Specialty's, overlooking that church (haha) from Yerba Buena Gardens, Kenneth Cole, ugly green $1,995 sweaters at Neiman Marcus, all with Lindsay.

I capitalized on Thursday.