Back.

Where am I?

I've just woken up. There are white walls surrounding my periphery. I see white. And a ceiling fan. My feet curl as I pull myself through convulsive like stretches. Kneading and yawning, I pick myself up by the hair. I'm home.

It's been quite a rough week. I had never had such an excess of cortisol in my body before. Stress does funny things to you. To me it did both bad and good. While the former was just a bit more prevalent than the latter, I will tell you this, I'm still okay.

I went through the two rounds of interviews. I still feel funny about one of them. While my conversation was friendly, the subject matter was lacking. However, I cannot stop. Three more to go and hopefully more after that.

I'm about to shower in a shower that harvested so many of my showers in the past. My mother is downstairs clapping and dancing to L.A. Top Pop Idol, an L.A. Asian version of American Idol. I listened to a young man blow the audience away with a rendition of "Ice Box". The judges seemed to like it.

I'm back to Austin tonight. Soon. I have this funny feeling. It's almost in the back of my chest. I'll try to get it out. Just keep praying. Just keep going.