things do and don’t happen
I am some where new or not really new, more like I lost sight of myself for a long, long time and I finally got myself back in view. I will try to explain this later. I went to SF this weekend and am glad to have gone, but not for all the reasons I thought I would be, which is a funny commentary on expectations. Speaking of which, it is a curious place to be, letting go of some expectations, which I seem to be doing around various things, like when I might get to see my girl in Western Mass. I keep purging stuff at my house and spending hours on end trying to write a little bit of a story I think I’d like to read.And I feel like very slowly I’m conscious about how I spend my time.
My fingers are corssed so tight that Obama can pull off a win here come November that I swear my knuckles are gonna break. McCain and Palin are sinking to new and dangerous lows and I can’t help but think of them as anything but mean little fuckers.
News for my friend with breast cancer is not as good as we had all hoped. It’s fucking weird.
Sorry to hear about your friend. Here’s wishing the best outcome. I was going to say ‘best outcome possible’, but I’ll stop there and leave it at full strength: best.
thanks pep. i’m still in a stunned phase, like this is not really happening right. and of course this isn’t about me anyway. best is a good wish. i’m gonna hold on to that one.