Nowadays, I'm all novel dare and work. Oh, and add a dash of Matrix 3 anticipation. Actually, as enthusiastic as I am about tomorrow's opening, Marcel blows me out of the water as far as Matrix mania goes. It was only by time constraints that we didn't have Neo/Trinity figurines on the wedding cake.

Today was particularly grueling as three students from the same class use me as a proof-reader, so when it rains it pours. Good thing too. We just got wedding month's phone bill.

I was a tortoise today, with my entire life on my back: yoga mat, ibook, job fliers, Norton Anthology vol.2, work-out clothes, client phone numbers, assorted wedding photos, bike lights and a bathing suit. I don't know whether to be proud that I have pared down the essentials to carrying capacity or sheepish over the fact that my life can be so succinctly summed up. Actually, (in a pure yogic sense) I should probably be embarrassed that I consider the above list "essentials."