three for three

 Jittery.

The last thing I wrote in my physical journal was "I want to draw pictures". I know what I mean.

I took the bus to Marta Arts Center Station yesterday, then I walked to work from there. I try to do that if I have about an hour and 20-ish minutes before I have to be there. I thought a lot about what I could and should be writing here. How this, these past couple of days, has just been general "thoughts". Now I remember something I wanted to talk about, but I'd have to start over.

Also. The bus ride to the station. Once it gets downtown, there's a sequence of things. Closer to the station, there's the Center for the Puppetry Arts (I recommend to anyone). The complex of: Center Stage, The Loft, and The Vinyl. I went to, I think, three shows there total: Odd Future, one version of the band Goblin, and most recently Claudio Simonetti's version of the band Goblin-- performing a live score with a screening of Demons.

After that, there's a comedy theater of some kind that I've heard absolutely no one mention or acknowledge after all these years. In front of that building, there is always a food delivery robot that gets stuck in the same spot. Then there's the gas station where my parents and/or a third party would bring me so I can go to one home or the other. Life is weird as hell but it's also just life.

Oh, I also wanted to mention how, uh, I forgot. Something about how I have the "adhd" thing where I read, out of sequence. I forgot how I was going to tie that in. Maybe there's a parallel to how I write. Or how I will probably never effectively read this stuff ever again after I've posted it. Eh.

Here's the thing I drew after I got off the bus:

See, I forgot that I actually just wanted to talk about, like, music or something, but this is fine. I never talk about music! I ought to get going though.