bleh

i’m thinking about history lately. and weirdness from unexpected corners. and, of course, the usual where/why did [insert event here] happen moroseness.

as it is. it’s perfectly fine as it is. even with all that. just thoughts. they pass, ya know. i’m not upset over losing my friend anymore. kind of hurt. mostly just that. never easy to find out you were very simple to sit down, give up. ego bruise. it’ll pass.

i find myself wishing for october. i’m anxious to get on with getting on to seattle. i’m also a bit miffed with the folks who are pouting at me over it. what the hell is that? anyone who has known me for any length of time knows i’ve been trying to see this done for a long time.

anyone who begrudges it is being a selfish fuck. period. isn’t caring for someone being happy for what makes them happy? helllloooo?

bleh.

i’m restless. every time i have tried to manage getting to seattle something has exploded and put it to a halt. restless and fearful. will i make it this time?

i guess we’ll see.

not much else, really. hope the weekend treated you well.