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so, things are moving along, i suppose.

tracy’s back a week with james then enroute to kabul. dinner with them all last night. if a good night of being grownup means drinking bourbon with your daddy, relaxing in the sauna, and to bed at a decent hour, i like being grownup.

several weeks more of microsoftfuckyword and then no more. no more, ok?

There are things, like the harp that plays in my mind, which cannot be taken away. I can only remember a few phone numbers at once, and once I’ve learned one, it is a hard time to forget. This time it really will be. But, I’m trying to be good, trying to think of the good things. You know, I have learned some things, like that I can actually have such a desire to watch over another person. I didn’t know I had this sort of good stuff in me. I remember things and it is hard to remember, and it is also hard not to. It is difficult, that everything worth anything is a catch-22. I used to write everything down. Now I just dry heave. To my surprise, upset is not very linear— little things like that I don’t even have photographs from the rodeo. I don’t have a map for this. I can’t make a schedule. Neither of us can vitiate each other any longer. Only to myself now. If I’ve learned nothing else, humans are indeed valuable.

Flight of the Concords

fashionist
apartment therapy
carpal tunnel
avoiding
school
school
school
three more weeks three more weeks
three
weeks
more
!

hey, did I tell you I'm moving to San Francisco?

yup, i am.

i think that nice yellow one on the right'll be my house.

i am moving here.

Crying makes boiled eggs of my eyeballs. Today the sun made wonders through my window. I never left my house but wish I did, got dressed after sunset. I feel tired, happy, sad, and alive.

There's something sort of light about everything being up in the air. Everything that goes up must come down?

hawaii wants me.

it is currently 26 degrees in hawaii.
yes, celsius.

i have to decide really soon.
help!

johnny walker's just the wrong man to be taking to bed with me tonight. i have never cried so much in my life.

if we can make it through this, we can make it through anything.

quarter of a century, fifth of my life.

That I am turning 25 on Friday has been figuring pretty greatly lately. I started to do Beyonce's master cleanse in spiritual preparation. But, instead of ten days, it only lasted until dinner time. For better or for worse, I remain me.

Though I didn't know it when I dragged myself out of bed this morning, today needed me. Today was a much better day.

When I awake my heart catches up and I want to retch. But, you know what? I get out of bed and go on anyway. Sometimes I wonder why I do that but I know why, and hey, why not?

This morning in the shower in the dark before the sunrise I opened this thing of pomegranate mango body wash and forgot everything. The first time I remember flying I bought a pack of gum that smelled just like that. Where was I trying to get to?

I have nothing else to look forward to. Everything in me needs something and badly, but what? There is a species of caterpillar that lays its eggs and then changes into a moth that has no digestive system, no way of taking in food, so that it starves to death in a few hours.

There’s this book about Jesus with a map on the cover with a key entitled An Explanation of Colors. I want to learn to write again. I need to. I can’t breathe.

i want to live some place where the plants survive the winter.

I'm feeling some positive pressure to get back into the blogging. and, since i'm supposed to be doing job applications right now, it seems like a good time to start.

This first one'll be for news. Lately:

1. Spent a good long while with Micah here visiting friends, fam, and tending to trees and flowers. Needless to say but sometimes good to, this was very nice. I like that one.
2. Spent a good long while after Micah left heckling with the antique furniture people and anyone else who would appease my needy customer ways, to pass the time beneath the facade of purchasing light fixtures and magazine racks.
3. Spent a good long time at the cottage, much of which was spent with the Farquhar matriarchs, a fiesty crew. To give you an idea, at one point, great aunt Joan, 90, pulled a dollar store pistole on me.
4. Bachelorette party and recovery.
5. A beautiful wedding (not my own).
5.1. Ate the best damn pizza I've ever eaten- yes- even better than New Haven style pizza at Salvatore's with Ungle G.
5.2 Talking to Micah on the telephone, hearing about how my life in New Haven and beyond goes on without me. Sad.
6. I live in Halifax now. This has been consuming much of my time. Finding burrows for all of mine and Darcy's stuff could really be a full time job.
Ugh. Procrastination over. J-o-b.

the honeymoon is over

one should not be in one's parents house for more than three weeks at a time. maybe its that i'm just plain tired, i've felt hollowed out for days, and i miss micah, but despite all my resolutions to patience, my witts just ended. threw the keys on the ground, stormed off, and cried some tears. as if i were six years old. i don't know whether that should disturb or be reassuring.

reading mark and cate's blog is making me homesick. though i guess i am home. you know what i mean. i'm too home. its like i have two homes. two but really none till soon. soon i have to start again. though again is never the same.

so lately i've been doing all that clean up stuff. all that shit i usually hate. cept this time. this time it had gotten so bad it felt good to throw all my shit on the floor and pick it up again. cept by the time i've done it i've mussed it up again. i'm going to learn to get organized if its the last thing i do, though probably it will be. i'm not going to be able to get a job as a mediocrily paid glorified secretary unless i lie about organizing tasks.

so cleaning has proven to be a goldmine of laughs. one of particular enjoyment has been christmas lists. i found this one, in big, capital letters, three inches wide and taped together five pages long.

1. DOMINO RALLY

2. BIBLE COVER (Already at 8 I was good at sucking up)

3. POOCH PATROL

4. HEAD SETS

5. CREATIV AMAGENER (creative spelling)

6. HODINI MAGIC SET

7. SCAMPS

8. GO GO MY WALKING PUP

9. STUDS

10. YOYO CAT

11. T.V.

12. NINTENDO

13. SIHN LANGWAG BOOK

14. BEATRIX POTER EVARYTHING (Harry Potter?)

15. HARD COVER NASINAL GEOGRAFY BOOKS

16. MICRO LIGHT

17. LITTLE MERMAID SOUND TREK

18. PANTS (My favorite)

19. SKI HAT

20. SKIES

21. TURTLE NECK

22. RINGS

23. STUFFED ANIMALS

24. PLASTIC ANIMAL FIGIRES

25. M (I guess at this point I gave up, realizing I was probably only going to get pants)

So I haven’t written much lately because I’ve been busy and because I haven’t had much to say. Busy working catering, at the bar, as a personal assistant, and busy doing fun things with Micah like going to Boston to visit Wendy, Chase, and the Redsox, going to Sixflags, and watching movies with my favorite ones. But good things can make my head think it wants to explode while at the same time be unsure because it doesn’t know what it wants because its too full of good things. I haven't much to say because I’ve been a bit like that lobster just enjoying his warm bath not knowing when he’s well beyond the boiling point; I’ve had so much good and just so much that instead of being full sometimes I just feel empty. So, soon, not too early or late I am taking a sabbatical; I am coming home in about eleven days to nearly be exact. In this past week or so, this fact has come to rest on my radar; for two nights I have been dreaming Halifax and two weeks I’ve become aware of things that smell like home. And though as with most things opinion related, I am torn, on this side, and I suspect, on the other side, too, I am looking forward to weeding, pulling out the roots, giving myself a little less sunlight, holing myself up for the winter and seeing if I can make it.