still competent.

there’s a point at which things get a little.  sloppy.  swampy.

I guess I’ve done over 1500 blog posts now.  it’s about the same except a little sloppier and sometimes boring, but great overall.

it’s not really that sloppy tho.

I’ve been very noncommittal in my apartment tonight but I’m now committed, after a period of indecision, to remaining noncommittal.

I wasn’t talking about writing, with the sloppy thing.  I was talking about something else.  what was it.  experience in general.  there’s a point after which you almost can’t die.  I mean, even if you started dying it would take so long that you’d be dead by the time you actually finish.  that’s the point at which the sloppiness of your experience gets tacked up by overly precise terms.

we ran into each other this afternoon.  I was going to get lunch but wasn’t sure where I was going, tho I was standing at a point on the sidewalk where I had to make a decision to go in either of two directions.  she asked where I was going and I said I didn’t know, but I was looking at the cosi.  which I literally was.  it was across the street.  she was with her coworker.  she told her coworker she was going to hang out with me for a bit.  so then we went over to the cosi.  but then we left.  she didn’t want to be there.  she said how about the tune inn.  I said ok.  so we went to the tune inn and I ordered an omelette (no point to this story) and she didn’t order anything.  we both had waters.  my omelette came and I started eating it.  then she said she was leaving to go back to work and was sorry to leave me there.  she left and I kept eating my omelette.  then the waitress finally brought my toast and apologized because it was a little burnt.  she had turned the burnt side down so I couldn’t really see how burnt it was, so I said it looks fine to me.  but it turned out to be pretty burnt.  later she brought me another pair of toast that wasn’t burnt, even tho I didn’t ask for it.  I could see ESPN on the tv but of course the sound was down on all the tv sets and it was a show that made no sense without sound and there was no captioning.  I still watched a little of it.  I wished I had a paper but it was no big deal.  eventually I finished eating.  I ate pretty much everything except the burnt toast and one potato piece that was a bit hard.  I got the check and it was $7.70.  I put my credit card down and a different waitress came and took it.  I put down 10.70 and left.  it was very nice out.  when I was almost home I thought about how I was walking inexorably homeward even tho part of me knew it was a good day to stay outside longer and walk around more or sit at the park, but it was one of those things where even tho I knew that was best I somehow didn’t believe in that version of things and finished walking home, where I resumed working.