January 30, 2015
I dropped a thin slice of cucumber into my tank last night and found only the dark green skin remained. Some nights after work, I don't want to commit to anything, so I just have a drink in front of my tank. I listen to music, try to get rapport going with a friend, or someone new. Conscious of how much writing is involved these days when it comes to communication. I'm careful not to have more than one drink, because then the poisons may come out, losing my sense of humor and perspective as my exchanges become more verbose.