Shit to Do

I have a Spoken Word interview with a friend tomorrow and I am having some anxiety about it.

Made a set-list; can;t find the poems for that list


this is about five months old and loaded up as a Saved Draft, who knew?

Let's take inventory (by "Let's" I mean me):

haven't had a car in almost 7 years; bought a DOPE ride... got stolen...
with both of my cameras in it
thinking about changing my Bachelor's focus... at 32
running through my savings like it was going out of style
broken ass relationship which I have little to no interest in, and I'm engaged
about 50lbs overweight


running one of the very best shows in the southeast of America
about to re-acquire a 35mm film camera, possibly might acquire, like, 4 cameras with accessories
somehow still feel great about my life, considering my problems are, at best, minimal in the grand scale of fucking everything

so, in summation:

i'm still breathing, and happy
I'm still motivated, albeit considerably less than otherwise, and happy