I'm a 10 minute walk from Echo Park lake and in a few months I'll be at least a 20 minute drive. I did a lap this weekend which I haven't done in a while. But I always find myself escaping here when I'm trying to organize my thoughts. Though this recent walk around presented more layers of thought than I needed. But I finished the lap, just for good measure.
My mind is wandering. It's adjusting to my recent average of 4 hours of sleep. Jimmy goes to bed at 3AM, I am up by 5AM. Both of us having to tip toe around the other during different moments of darkness. Both of us doing a terrible job. Both of us becoming extremely out of it during different parts of the day. What does that mean for sex? It doesn't mean a whole lot.
Feeling this song right now. Not so much the dancing woman.