"I can't imagine what you'd do to yourself at an Ivy League," she said.
Neither can I. The quest for a fully optimized life (one of the only ways to balance my many interests) has many rewards, many consequences.
This morning, while working on my laptop, I pulled something in my left arm.
I have been eating too much, since eating helps me focus mentally. I think the rhythm of chewing helps my mental pace. I am beginning to feel the new fat on my body. My cheeks bounce when I jog. Odd. I never associated gravity with my face before. The stern cords of my facial tendons, so strong from over a decade of trumpet, have sunk into the fat around my mouth.
My arm aches. Even when I hold my hand limp at my side, it quivers. Stretches don't seem to work.
I still have many, many pages to write. My left fingers are hard to control, and the pain increases the longer I keep it going.
Only 15 pages to go.
I plan to continue yesterday's story about Friday's concert, but the blog might go empty for a day before I pick it up again.