Again, a journal entry. An old friend. Hey, that’s what this is. And friends out there in the world that I can connect to through the feeds, or imagine, even in real life… Moving here, I don’t regret it, but it’s like we’ve been forced to meet all the bastards first. And that can be a bit rough, to say the least.
I wanna run deep into the woods. I wanna scream my goddamn head off, in the deep woods.
On the road today, I drove around a dead dog. Oh, the poor family that will find him like that…
Hot as mighty hell. These people would not be able to tolerate DC and New England winters. It’s kinda like me here now; some days I don’t know, I get sick just going out to the car and driving to lunch. Maybe I’m just getting old.
You know sometimes how you just feel like hell? How that sound of nails on a blackboard might not be the first thing you wanna wake up to in the morning? Or that TV commercial where the little critter flips open someone’s poor toe nail like the hood of a car and crawls in? To me, that is the current sinking feeling of our living arrangement, how I feel every day when I pull up in front of the house after a long day of work. For so long there was no light at the end of the tunnel. “We’ll be stuck with these suburbanites to the end of our days.” Then finally I landed a job and so began another upswing in our lives. We began starving less. We set sights on a new apartment; a new waiting room opened its doors.
Well, not much longer—a week. Seven days.
It does occur to me that I must continue making attempts at getting along with my housemates, despite their usual unpleasant behaviors. Waking up this morning, I thought I should spend some time down in the living room. Everything has been quite relaxed so far.
And I’m reading my new book Finding Serenity. This is based on, you guessed it, Joss Whedon’s universe or ‘verse, set 500 years from now, and a crew of bandits on the run, trying to survive and make due with what they’ve got. More on this cancelled TV show gon’ to silver screen is explained here on Wikipedia.
More from me later! Thanks for stopping by.