"Pump it up when you don't really need it"

I cannot start at the beginning nor the end of my travels so en media res will have to satiate the compulsion to put it all in here.
Listening to James Brown's kid, Altyrone Deno Brown. A baby Brown with more soul than child-time Michael Jackson...
Anyway...
Things are steep right now; they are. I have a 'case' under investigation, the soles of my shoes are fashionably post-great depression-esque, I'm living off of Snickers and coffee, sleep duration has grown to 11 hours a spell, 'future' is a most terrifying word and well, at the advice of my therapist I'm meditating on "when in doubt, do nothing".
Pretty sure this pic from last week sums up my present state (this is post DJing a bachelourette party in Connecticut hosted by the most vapid, dull women I've come into contact with in a while):
Rainy days are perfect for sock coordination and stand-up:
If you hang out in your room long enough, visitors will come. Sometimes they will be decked in furs of the finest quality:and sometimes they will hearken the 'zany era':Of course live vision shows this skyscape to be two million times more lovely than my camera could capture but there it was, a view we see on the daily, and somehow it was new and dark and clear and we just sighed "ahhhhhh":
I watched these two men (pink shirt=swoon) play chess for an hour as a zealot screamed into a microphone on the right and called our sins as filthy as menstrual rags. A young man (dressed in an (ironic) Amish fashion and seemingly rolling) kept interjecting maniacal screams about the martyr: "THIS MAN IS POISONING YOUR MIND!" "EVERY TIME HE MASTURBATES HE SUFFERS PSYCHOLOGICAL TRAUMA!"
Cupcakes with Iona made the days seem less about war and religion and more about interesting sugar combinations:
Earlier, Eric and I went on an epic walk. Here we find the lad ponderin':
I got lanky on a Roxy Paine sculpture:
This bookstore kitty protects the Jesus:
I willed an external reality that perfectly mimicked my internal one:
So, cut me some slack over this test broadcast. The days and my writing will grow brighter. I'm remembering the things that I love.