ye olde crapfest

it's foggy today. physically and metaphorically, really. i'm worn out and quite useless. i got more exercise yesterday evening than i've had in...well, a really long time. slept like a baby last night, which is good, considering the night before was a sleepless mess.

this morning i saw one of my favorite people...she's this middle-aged woman who stands at the bus stop and prays. every time i see her, she's got her hands in prayer position and she's looking up at the sky and praying out loud, her lips are constantly in motion, and sometimes i imagine that i can tell what she's saying. you gotta wonder--is she praying that the bus will show up on time? is she asking god to make sure that cars don't drive up on the side of harrodsburg road and take her out while she waits? is she too busy to pray any other time, and uses her bus stop time to talk to good ol' jebus? who knows. but i really love seeing her. i'm not exactly christian, and you might even call me barely religious, but i've never had a problem giving the thumbs up to someone with conviction.

i also saw a guy walking and puking. like, two steps, vomit, two steps, more vomit.

i'm glad it's friday. going kayaking tomorrow. hopefully i won't wear myself out too much, vandermark's playing at mecca. does anyone know if my fave drummer (besides jism, of course) will be there?