today on fisherman's wharf i bought some silver koi earrings from a street vendor. i said, "do they mean good luck?" and he said "they mean, bringing food to the table." which i took to mean "prosperity."

there is so much going on, but i don't want to think about any of it. i need to put my head down and rock out on the last leg of my work project, but it seems like i've spent the last couple of weeks having to face some emotional stuff. it's hard when life pulls you in a million directions. right now i'm not conflicted about all that i'm not doing (seeing my friends as much, having a spiritual practice, untangling my ambitions past july, etc), i just feel put to a task and other than that task i just want to read novels.