Today was simple and fun and satisfying.

I secured an income, more or less. I made a new collar for myself, which I've been needing badly (always drench your world with symbolism, all of it; there's no excuse for meaninglessness when it comes to small things and small gestures). In doing so I perfected-ish a new method of leathergoods recycling, which I'm very happy with, I love recycling old materials.

And for reasons I'm not exactly sure of, I ended up explaining String versus Loop Theories to my mother. The fact that I was correct and had no need to revise beforehand gives me pause; it's been around 8 years since I last even looked at these kinds of subjects. Seems my memory can retain very strange things. Also, it seems I was obviously a very strange child.

Later, I listened to Santana and some waltzes and practiced a few old dances, while thinking happily about the coming few days and giving serious rethought to a few old notions of things that I've recently realised were not only entirely wrong, but in fact held no meaning to me anymore. I like this, though; the new things I've learned mean more to me by far than old patterns.

I thought about such things as the idea of monogamy as a learned trait, the changing lines of boundaries between friendship and coupling throughout the past few hundred years, the master-subordinate dynamics of several different kinds and whether someone who is otherwise dominant may crave or need a guiding or controlling influence from someone they see as an equal, the reasons why this might happen etc.

I sat outside under the moon and felt the earth turning. It was a wonderful feeling, I've missed it.

I worked out again today as well, pushups are becoming far easier than they were before, far faster than I had anticipated in this regimen. I've taken to always exercising before meals, and I've noticed the marked difference already. Not fully visible just yet; but I can feel the musculature moving deliciously beneath my skin. I've taken to wearing silk and satin shirts as a means to succumb to this newly-appreciated addition to my own personal tactile decadence; my hedonism runs deep, it seems, even to something as simple as silk on muscle.

Now, to sleep. A big day tomorrow; much to paint, much to sew, and a great many forms and points of identification to fill out and find.