tough week ahead

i love long rides and conversations. somehow the idea of being squished into a tin can and talking just seem befitting. maybe it's because i don't get a chance to have a conversation very often.

woke up feeling worse than i felt last night. the headache is still there. i suspect it could be a minor case of concussion, because the symptoms are similar to the last time i got one, just not as intense. but the prospect of everything happening next week makes me a little weary. and the inevitable train of what happens next ensues, and then...

but i'm constantly reminding myself to take it one day at a time. one day at a time


+listening to: pay for what you get by dave matthews band