friday night

a dimly lit coffee shop, sparsely populated as well. 913pm and the mix is one of singles. and some couple working on a pyramid idea that this time will work...and me- again. drinking black coffee and listening to Jamey Johnson...a refreshing new spin on old country. trying to focus on the hundred and nine things i still need to do, this week, this year....its almost impossible to determine where to start. sleep gets in the way, really. online, offline, reading, writing, planning, executing.....living. personal, professional, spiritual...it seems alot but everyone all have the same amount of time. i think the ones that realize their potential understand what not to focus on more so than worry about what to focus on. they instinctively filter out the wasteful stuff. they make use of the down time and ask themselves good questions. curly said it was about "one thing" worry about that and the rest don't mean shit....and that's what you've got to figure out. summer has come and gone. and it was great...as great as it could be without the road trip. Ottawa for the weekend doesn't really count. and as good as the day trip to Kingston was, it was only a day...next year. next year