I had this girlfriend a long time ago who would had this expression: “running live”. She started saying it originally when she was addicted to coke and was on day two or three of a multi-day jag where she would never sleep and flit around LA and her room looking for things to do with her busy, frenetic hands. After rehab, the phraase still applied to when you were just going and going and going without stopping.

>Me, in my own small way… I feel like I’ve been running live for the last 3 or 4 months. Every weekend has been full, every day of the week has been flying by, every night has had something in it. I’m not complaining, but it’s made for some interesting sleep patterns… or lack thereof.

And the days that I’mnot doing something, I’m thinking about thingsI could be doing, and beating myself up for not doing them. And it takes a lot of energy to keep all of that shit in th air at once, and I wouldn’t describe mysef as an exceptionally energetic person.

I don’t need a break, yet, but I’m getting close.

I wonder what I’m running from, or if I’m even running at all.

It’s probably not a good sign when a particular friennd of mine asks me how things are going with the whole Life thing, and I just give her this evil laugh… which is actually sincere in it’s evilness as well as it’s humor.

Actually, scratch that… it’s an exceptionally good sign. Never mind the earlier, carry on, nothing to see.