ANGST

Lord help me, but I am not made to suffer fools, douche bags, and tired angsty men. I am being TESTED of late, and I am doing everything in my power to maintain a modicum of the balance of calm that has graced my life over the past month or so.

Sometimes, you've just gotta run until you're so exhausted there's no angst anymore. Even with my bum back, the best thing I've done for myself in a long time was to go run, even in a 98 degree New York evening, post July 4th celebrations.

Most of my energy, especially angry energy, works therapeutic wonders when converted to workout energy. Thank goodness for that and for blaring Fire Island pines dance music that my gays gave me to work out to.  This is good sh*&, especially with the sound all the way up so you feel the bass in your bones:

Tomorrow's another day!

Hope everyone had a safe and happy Fourth of July!

(almost a month until I'm off to Africa!!! Eek!!)

Cheers,
A Broadway Baby