I'm starting to get strong and tight and good. Mentally and physically. I should still cut back on the brewskies, but that's more about getting things just right (adhering to medical ideals and flattening my paunch) rather than a matter of pressing concern. My legs don't jiggle anymore, my shoulders are starting to regain their topography and while my human belly remains -- as I expect it more or less always will -- my other formerly saggy parts are notibly more taut. At the same time, I'm starting to feel the mental engine really getting it's sheen back on.

Morally I'm doing well too. Last night I did another dodge on a tallish blonde comedianne at Wes' birthday extraviganza, which was wise and good to practice at. Today I had a interview chat with a different tallish blonde lady who's writing a book about youth types on the left. She was pretty cute (cue my superficial attraction to academic intelligence) too. I'm gonna go see her documentary film later this week I think. Might be innaresting.

I also saw Frank in Suburbia (directed by Laura) on Saturday, which was pretty good. The text is a good one and the production was heartfelt and intense, if a bit loose at points. I reall like Bogosian as a writer, but at the same time, I was was surprised to find the language feeling strangely... dated. The crowd laughed a lot more than I did, so maybe it's me. I still enjoyed it, but I was struck by how familiar it all felt, almost remedial. I distinctly remember being kind of amazed with this text four or five years ago, so it was kind of interesting to fell like I was one step ahead of the script. It's still a tight piece of writing, and the cast put a lot of energy into it; causing some mishaps, yes, but overall carrying it off with style. Anyway it was a fun time in the theater, and I'm always down with that.

Overall a good weekend. Starting to feel like I live in this city or something. Yeehaw.