Here's the update on life stuff. I have gotten my health back more or less, and my head seems clearer than it's been in a long while. Tuesday I hung out with Sasha for a bit. It's still very hard to have a normal conversation, everything in limbo. But the resolution was good. It was kind of like closure, except that it left everything open, and there was a little huggin' and kissin'. I've got the internal gyroscopes back on line though; no longer casting about in despair.

Wednesday I spent almost all day in politics-related meetings of one stripe or another. See the above for more on that. Personally it's been an interesting ride, a good buzz. Feels heady and full and fun, like the right thing to do. Rolling around the humid pre-summer city on my bike, head bursting with purpose, it was a fulfiling day on many levels.

Wednesday night I stopped in at the Lyric on my way home, see Jeremy, I thought. Well, he had some of his co-workers from Shakespeare and Co. in, and one of them was pretty cute so I stuck around for a while. Until 3:30 am. Nothing came of it, but it was good to flirt again. I'm so far from having any "game" at all, it's almost comic, but it's nice to know I can still carry on a conversation.

Yesterday was hangover-hangover late-late train-train Westchester, meet, eat, meet, land life-sustaining work (yes! rent will be paid!) and train-train meet-meet (with Steve about the addiction book), then AMAZING ROCK AND ROLL SHOW. Broken Social Scene. See them. Hear them. I felt like I was seeing Pink Floyd and the Pixies before they were superstars. Amazing music, the stuff that gives hope. Then it was back to brooklyn and a few drinks at my old hunting grounds The Williamsburg Publik House: network-network loud-loud oogle-oogle, bike home sleep.