Much Ado...

There's a cold wind blowing in Brooklyn. The kind that makes exposed skin sting.

This three-day weekend was a nice little adventure. Parties, alcohol, inept cab drivers, a horrible case of food poisoning, movies, literature, sleep.

I've never been a resolution-making sort of person, but I need some goals. Some ideas. I need to wake up — physically, creatively, mentally. All weekend I felt like I was putting something off, postponing something I desperately needed to do ... but there's nothing. Maybe that's the problem. Not too much on my plate ... too little. Expand. Advance. Charge forward, guns blazing, into the vast unknown. I taste blood. Let's go.