...Maybe I DO Know What I'm Looking For...

I don’t know what I’m looking for, but I hold faith that I’ll find it. All I want is music, really. I want to own it like so many others seem to. Some people are born with a talent for it, others have to struggle at every turn. I wish it came as naturally to me as breathing, as sculpting. It hovers just out of my grasp. So, since I can’t reach it, I search for something bigger. Better. I want it all, I think to myself. I want everything. I want to be good at everything, to be rich, to be talented beyond belief. I want people to flock to me, and to love me unconditionally. No. I don’t really. It’s too simple that way. It’s a lazy excuse to be melancholy. What I really want is to feel that I belong. That is the most I could hope to achieve with any of it. After all, even if I had everything in the world, if I didn’t feel like I was meant to be there and meant to have it, I’d be no better off than I am now. So I want to have a home to rest my head. I’m tired of feeling out of place with the world. It has been such a long time since I could rest, really rest, and I’m weary. I keep moving on, trying to find that missing piece, but each time I arrive somewhere new, I realize that it’s not there. I can feel it deep down. I think to myself, I love it here, but I haven’t changed a bit. And I feel that I have to change, but it’s hard when I’m struggling so. First, I think, I’ll focus on the money aspect of things, then I’ll focus on the metamorphoses. I don’t want to owe anything to anyone, as a rule. It’s a hopeless feeling, knowing that I’m not free in that sense. When I know that I owe something, I feel like I can’t rest. I feel guilty; and each time I have to spend money instead of paying it back, I feel like a thief and a beggar. A rootless tree, that’s what I want to be: able to stretch myself toward the heavens, but without a tangle of foothold to keep me down. I know that I’d also lose my anchor, and my support to weather the storms, but I want it nonetheless. I can only hope that I’ll be strong enough to pick myself back up if that’s the direction that my life takes. But I always hope for simplicity. I want to get my innocence back. I want my childhood, when I’d lie, sprawled on my back, confidently awaiting sleep and the endless possibilities of dreams. I want that feeling back: that I really can be anything, do anything, without the endless worries of trying to budget my every resource to achieve the semblance of aspiration. I can do it, I know I can. I just need a clean slate. Give me a few months- then watch out! I’m going to show the world just how incessantly optimistic I can be. I won’t give up and I won’t listen to anyone who tells me I’m not good enough. I’m the best there ever was. I’m just too broke to show it... for now. Each time I arrive somewhere new I have these same thoughts. Now, I think to myself, now I can really get things moving. Now I’ll show the world who I can be. This time I’ll make it work. It has never worked; but for some reason, my hope never dissipates. So now, at this moment I find myself in a new place again, feeling a bit overwhelmed, and a bit careworn, and a bit helpless: but still hopeful. Am I naive? Maybe. But it’s a beautiful way to live, if you think about it. Here’s what I intend to do. I intend to kick my ass into gear. I intend to go without until I’m out of debt. It’ll take some time, I know. But I can manage until then. I will not beg, but I will accept help, because I am not below it. I deserve comfort, and I’ll take it where I can. I will create one more budget to construct a realistic timeline so I’ll be able to see the progress as it comes about. Then, once I’m out of debt and my slate is clean (a place where I certainly will get to, I guarantee it) I’ll start living life the way I think it should be lived. I’ll look for a cheap place to live, I’ll eat organic and recycle frequently. I’ll go on adventures whenever time permits to climb mountains and hike trails. I’ll buy a tent and use my sleeping bag in its natural habitat. I’ll buy a mattress and have a bed… a real bed! I’ll spoil myself with Kombucha and raw foods… maybe save up for some of that green machine and a blender of my own. I’ll learn to skateboard and start taking guitar lessons again. I’ll save up for my citizenship and for some language courses. Eventually I’ll go back to school and get degrees in mathematics and education. I’ll have tan legs again by this point and I’ll spoil myself with board shorts and calf length skirts! I’ll buy some barrettes for my hair! I’ll be healthy, happy, and pretty once more! I’ll live every day with that childlike enthusiasm that I am groping for in these dimly lit times! This time there is no stopping me. I am on a mission. Watch out! I’m about to show the world just how incessantly optimistic I can be. I won’t give up and I won’t listen to anyone who tells me I’m not good enough. I’m the best there ever was. I’m just too broke to show it… for now. ; D

Clutter

There are a few things on my mind lately. Firstly, the thought always in the background of my mind, I’m a bit lonely. It’s been almost five months since I last saw my parents and I miss them; and though visited almost everyone I know in the last few months, I miss them, too.
Also on my mind of late is charity. I finished a series of hands for a charity auction and my fingertips hurt from the effort; but I feel hugely accomplished. I’ve never met Nick, the cousin of my coworker, Tiffany, but I find myself hoping with all my heart that he gets the valve-replacement surgery he needs to be healthy. It’s times like these that I wish I believed in God- mostly so that I could put my faith in that higher power to put things “right” as I see it. However, I have no such faith. Instead I believe in people and the capacity to do the right thing. Therefore, I pray to the people at the auction tomorrow to be generous with their donations. I also pray to the heart-surgeons out there, for one of them to open their hearts [pun intended] and do Nick’s surgery for free since the small company-employed man doesn’t have health insurance. I pray with all my heart. <3
Yesterday I talked on the phone with my brother, Joseph, for the first time in a few months. He gave me the hard news that Jamie’s mother fell and broke her hip and isn’t doing very well. (For those of you that don’t know, Jamie is my dad’s best friend since high school; and his mother is like a second mother to my dad.) Jamie’s mum is in Canada and Jamie is in California. Unfortunately, Jamie’s residency status is a bit rocky, so if he goes to see his mother, he may not be able to return to the states. Also unfortunate is the fact that Jamie still works for Cetec, the software company that my parents (used to) work for that hasn’t been paying for months. This means that Jamie has no funds for a trip back to Canada. My father, apparently, is trying to give Jamie the money and company he would need for the trip; unfortunately, my father doesn’t have a lot of money right now, either. My brother told me that he, personally, lent my dad $2,500 for the trip… but that it probably won’t be enough in the end. He told me to do everything in my power to call in old loans and to settle my own debts. My parents are doing better, he says, but definitely not well enough. Now comes the time in my life where I have to put others before myself, and allocate the majority of my forthcoming paychecks to repaying my parents.
I just realized that my car insurance payment is due in two weeks… and I haven’t set the money aside yet. I’ll be able to pay it, but I won’t be able to give my parents the money I had anticipated to just yet. : (
All things in time, I suppose.
I digress. During the conversation with my brother, he mentioned a few really amazing websites that I am super excited about. The first, www.kiva.org, fits in with the charity theme. It’s a website that allows you to lend out money to entrepreneurial people all over the world who need a hand. The minimum allocation is $25, but they pay it all back over time and you can either donate it to Kiva, or have them put it into an account for you so you can loan it out again. I lent $25 to a fisherman in Cambodia. He is raising money to build a basement for his house to store bamboo and fish for his business. I elected to have the money set aside for me when he pays it back so that I can lend it out again. I feel like, this way, I’m not losing anything, but I’m helping people nonetheless.
The other things on my mind are various and random. At the top of the list is education. I can’t afford to go back to school right now, and I know I couldn’t settle down to do it in a formal manner anyway. Joseph gave me two websites for free education. The first is from MIT and offers a wide variety of free classes (video, assignments, quizzes, etc.) with no need to sign up or pay anything. It’s http://ocw.mit.edu and it has all sorts of goodies including, my favorite, Calculus. X D The second website is equally as exciting. It’s www.livemocha.com and it’s a free language teaching website. You create an account describing which language you speak and which you’d like to learn and, while you take your lessons, you also check and correct the work of people trying to learn your language. It’s amazing. I’m so excited. I feel like I can master French and learn more Italian with this website… as well as any other languages that cross my mind. I’m going to send a link to Justin, the linguist friend of Gwen from Virginia. I think he’d get a lot out of it, too. : ) There goes more charity. : D
As always, music circulates at the foreground of my thoughts pretty much 24/7. One of the guys I work with here, John (who is FANTASTIC by the way) is in a band called The Gromet. He gave me a free copy of his first CD and I bought his recently released second CD. He’s having a CD release party on June 5th which is the day after I return from San Diego for Bushwalla’s second CD release party. Irony? No, probably not, but cool nevertheless. I’ll be leaving Denver on the second, driving all day (18hrs), spending the 3rd at the party and generally just chilling, then driving all day the 4th to be back in time for The Gromet and work on the 5th. Then, in July, I have another musical road trip planned to visit my family band, The Lucky Machetes, at a music festival to perhaps rent a booth and sell some carvings. Hurray for music and road trips! They’re all I need in this world!
My mind seems a bit more organized now. Just as full… but things are in their appropriate places. Now, it being Mother’s Day, I will call my wonderfully fantastic mother to tell her all about how much I love her. : )
Happy Mother’s Day to all the mothers out there! One day, I hope to walk in your shoes. Until then I’ll savour the silence and selfishness that having-no-children brings.
Love Joan

I am proud.

I don’t take political stances often. I tend to do what I always do in the face of debate; I keep my head down and pretend I don’t exist. I’m not much for conflict, but the law recently passed in Arizona caught my attention. I don’t know if it’s because I used to live there or if it’s my recurring sense of moral obligation to change the world, but I feel like I have something to say.
There was a law passed recently which basically takes Arizona’s clenched fist on immigration, and squeezes ad nauseum.
I am an immigrant. I am a legal immigrant, but an immigrant nonetheless. My family moved to this country when I was a baby, so I was raised here and I love it as much as I love the country to which I’m native. I have a friend whose family has lived in New Mexico for generations. She was born and raised in the United States. So was her mother. So was her grandmother. Her great grandparents were from Mexico, and immigrated legally into this ethnically hostile country in hopes of prosperity. They found it, but is it good enough if their offspring aren’t looked upon with respect and equality?
If both she and I took a trip to Arizona right now, I would have absolutely no problems whatsoever. She has a very high chance of being stopped by authorities and asked for identification. She may have her license in her purse, sure, but who do you know that carries their Passport and Birth Certificate with them at all times? Her citizenship may be questioned. She may be fined. She may be detained. Why? Because she’s dark, because she looks Mexican. Her blood may be Mexican, her genetics may give her brown skin and dark hair, but she was born in the United States of America to native born American citizens.
This law that was passed basically declares that police have the authority and the obligation to determine the identity of any individuals who “look illegal.” That is, if they see a person who looks or acts in such a way that calls into question the validity of their presence on US soil, the officer must stop them and check their papers to ensure that they haven’t entered the country illegally. Tell me, how exactly does one “look illegal?” Simply but looking Mexican, that’s how. It’s absolutely outrageous if you think about it. It’s racist and unethical- and completely legal. That needs to change NOW.
I’m tired of being ashamed of myself. And I do feel ashamed sometimes: ashamed of being white and middle class, with parents who are still married and in love, with a decent upbringing in (mostly) safe neighborhoods. I got white picket fences and a dog (well, the fences were grey) and all around me are people who got the short end of the stick their whole lives. Who deals the sticks in this country? The white middle class and upper class. Picture an American Bureaucrat. It’s a balding, sweaty, fat white man with manicured nails and a trophy wife and 2.5 kids. They probably have a Golden Retriever named Sandy and a tuxedo kitten named Mittens. I know people like that. They’re friends of the family. It sickens me, sometimes, to think that someone may think of my family that way. I am not the colour of my skin. My family never owned slaves. We never turned in our Japanese neighbors in WWII to be sent to camps. We never gossiped about the new family in town because they were colored. I was raised to be tolerant and accepting, but sometimes I’m ashamed because I had to be raised to be tolerant in the midst of non-tolerance. I want to make a stand, for once in my life, for something I believe in, something that matters. THIS matters. So I signed petitions today that were sent to the white house and various government officials in Arizona. I signed my name and made my voice heard. It was only one signature, but every voice matters. I’m proud of myself today. I’m not the white girl from the suburban, middle class family. Today I’m the activist who made a stand. I’m bringing it up to people, because people can’t form opinions about issues if they don’t know the issues exist. I’m posting on facebook and talking to my coworkers- just casually in passing, but the responses have been rewarding. I’m proud of myself today.
www.change.org

To Stay Inspired

It’s been a while. Life is good, and that’s the understatement of a lifetime. I looked back over my blogs… all of them… and the only thing that popped into me head from it all was “MY GOD! Did I complain a lot!” But it all inspired me to start writing again anyway. I’m considering a weekly blog or something, mostly just for a record of my goings-on in my travels. It’s amazing how much more you remember once you’ve written about it.
My name is Joan and I live in Golden, Colorado. It’s one of the most fantastic places I’ve ever lived and I can’t see myself wanting to leave. Then again, Virginia Beach was amazingly great as well… and I had to leave in the end anyway. But we’ll cross that bridge when we get to it. Right now it’s around ten and I’m at a local Starbucks, Applewood, using their heat and internet for the hour until it’s time to be thrown out (forcibly). I’m drinking a Decaf Tall Pike and eyeing my Granny Smith apple with the hunger of a thousand starved children. I get shy eating in public sometimes for the simple fact that I’m afraid I’ll annoy the people around me with my chewing. You know when that person sits RIGHT next to you and starts smacking loud enough to wake the dead, seemingly oblivious to any discomfort they may be causing you. I don’t want to be that person. So I can wait to eat the apple ‘til later. Maybe my drive back to the parking lot.
There’s another fun tid bit we may get to shortly. But first.
I moved to Golden just less than two weeks ago following an incredible two week cross country road trip vacation extravaganza. I may write about the trip in a later post if I have nothing else incredibly new and exciting. For now there is too much and far too little time. My new Starbucks is on the corner of 13th and Washington, right in the middle of Historic Downtown. The street looks like it could have been in one of those old western movies once upon a time, with a dirt road instead of the pavement, and a crook in black up against the sheriff in white and gold, twenty paces apart and yelling “Draw!” I sometimes imagine all the bikers (and there are a LOT of bikers) on horseback instead, clacking into my store in cowboy boots and wranglers instead of their pedal shoes and spandex. There are bike-posts everywhere for people to chain their rides to, and I like to imagine Stallions tied there instead, whinnying in the cool spring breeze as their owners stride in for their Frappuccinos. Ha!
If you look out of the front windows of my new store you’ll see Look-Out Mountain. It has a giant white M on the top that lights up at night. In the early morning, when the mountain is the same black as the sky, it looks like a giant levitating letter in the sky, as if God’s last name was Martin or something, and he was wearing the initial, emblazoned on his jacket’s front left pocket. Look-Out Mountain is looking out over Golden, a little valley nestled between itself and another, unforgettable landmark. It’s called Table Mountain, so called because it has an un-centered cylindrical peak which appears completely flat on top, not unlike most tables tend to be. If you stood on Look-Out Mountain and look out on Table Mountain, to your left would be an arcing mountain range, connecting you to the adjacent protrusion, and hiding another Starbucks a few blocks from my own. It’s called Golden #2 (because it’s the second Starbucks in Golden) or just G2 for abbreviation’s sake. If you gazed to your right you’d see a break in the mountain chain, and Highway 6 snaking it’s way around and behind Table Mountain toward Denver which lies only a few minutes away, just barely obscured from sight. In the early evening, Table Mountain sometimes seem to glow with the aura of artificial light, emitted by the city it obscures from view.
I love walking in Golden. People say hello when you pass by. There’s so much nature all around. There are parks every few blocks, especially near the river. Oh! I haven’t mentioned the river, yet! How could I have skipped it over… it’s my favorite part! It lies just to the left of Look-Out Mountain (if you’re looking out on Table, mind you) and is composed of lots of its run-off, I’m sure. It snakes its way through the town, rushes past the Coors factory, and disappears from view just to the left of Table Mountain in the distance. It’s my main landmark while I’m driving, walking, and just generally exploring my new little town. It’s never quiet there. I’m not just talking about the rushing of the waters, either. There are always people by the water, even when it’s snowing. People are walking, jogging, biking, sitting, kayaking, and soon will be swimming, by the steadily flowing currents. I followed the water to the Police Station, the town Library, a trailer park, a water treatment plant, and a hiking trail. In the other direction, past the main street and it’s restaurants, hotels, and shops on the water, I found apartments, empty lots, the factory, and trails into the mountains. If you follow it further, you end up in Denver. Past that I’m not sure, but it connects everything, and everything depends on it. It inspires me. I love it.
I walk to work from the parking lot a few blocks away. It started with me wanting to save on gas, but now, it’s just so beautiful, I really look forward to my walks, and feel sad if I have to go somewhere outside of a comfortable walking distance. As always, since my trip to San Diego those long years ago, each step is comforting. I love the feel of my feet rhythmically hitting the pavement, one in front of the other, over and over again. I stand with my head held high, shoulders back, a little smile on my face. I’m ready to say hello or good morning to people that pass by. I savor the breeze on my cheeks and the sun on my back. I try to take in the view, like taking a video in my mind to play again and again on low days or long nights. I’m happy, truly happy, and I have been for such a long time. It’s all that matters to me now. It’s along the lines of “Who cares? I’m happy.” You should try it sometime.
It’s getting late now. I want to post this before I leave for the parking lot. I should wrap it up for the night. Let’s remember today, just for posterity’s sake. I woke up on the couch at my friend and co-worker, Heather’s house. She and her husband were in California for a few days and I stayed at her house and watched her rat, Sweetie, and her fish, Gus Gills, while they were away. I woke around 9:20 and got ready lazily. I ate a biscuit I had made and took one for the road as I collected my apron and phone and made sure for the third or fourth time that I did indeed have the keys before I set out into the morning and the walk to work. I clocked in and hopped onto the floor with Lisa Betty, a sweet and grumbly, heavily happy-pilled, wonderful woman, and Christine, a California style blonde, tan and very smiley girl, once described to me as jovial. It fits her perfectly. John was there as well, I believe. He’s in a band, The Gromet, and gave me a copy of their first CD (they’re nearly ready to release their second and I intend to see their shows starting in June). We passed the morning nicely. As the day wore into the afternoon we passed the time with regulars like the boys from the mountaineering shop down the road who misread my name on the schedule once and tend to refer to me as Juan, and Aaron, with his Iced Quad Espresso. We talked and complained about the new Frappuccinos. We laughed and sang. It was a pretty great shift. Christine, Lisa, and John were replaced by Tiffany, a pessimistic sweetheart, and Brie, a talkative and utterly loveable walking disaster. I was feeling lazy, but was rather productive in spite of it. In my last half hour I ended up doing three or four loads of dishes, the bathrooms, and one espresso bar. I also did the condiment bar, stocked the whole bean coffee, and ate an apple fritter. : )
After work I got an estimate for the tattoo touch up and expansion I’ve been considering ($120… not bad) and switched a bunch of shifts to help out some co-workers. I headed to Heather’s, ate some food, read my blogs, and picked up my stuff since she’s back in town as of 6:30 tonight. I put my things and Lily in the car after checking and re-checking that I had everything before locking her keys in her house, and headed out looking for some internet. Now it’s time for bed. I’ll be posting more soon, hopefully within the week. If I don’t… bug me about it. I want to stay inspired.
I love you.
Joan

sooo.... tired...

but sleep won't come.


am i apprehensive? stressed? too exhausted to fall asleep? afterall- falling into anything seems like it would take far too much energy right now...

sooo.... ti...r

What's on your mind?

Well I love her
And she's leaving
She met a man that plays in a band last weekend
And he lives out on the west coast
And she says shes got to go
Cause it's a long, long way from Myrtle Beach to L.A.
Anything could change her mind,
One sunset or one regret
She could turn around, come back and be mine
Happy endings happen all the time
She's almost finished packing
There's over 2,000 miles
Alot could happen
Theres going to be days and days of long stretches
Maybe she'll come back to her senses
Cause it's a long, long way from Myrtle Beach to L.A.
Anything could change her mind
One sunset or one regret
She could turn around, come back and be mine
Happy endings happen all the time
Well I ain't waiting on no phone call
I ain't getting my hopes up and all
I ain't setting myself up for a fall
It's a long, long way from Myrtle Beach to L.A.
Anything could change her mind
One sunset or one regret
She could turn around, come back and be mine
Then everything would be just fine
Yea happy endings happen all the time
It's a long, long way from Myrtle Beach to L.A.

California's burning, burning, burning to the ground...and my head is turning, turning, turning round and round...alie's stomach's churning, churning, like a storm today...and your mother's crying, crying, closing up the safe...and I'm here, wondering where the sun has gone...driving through to Mexico,asking why there's no one home...Encinitas likes to miss me, like nobody's child..and my eyes like rainy Tuesdays, like to watch you smile...and I'm here, wondering where the sun has gone...driving through a Midwest storm,asking why there's no one home...

I'd like to rest my heavy head tonight
On a bed of California stars
I'd like to lay my weary bones tonight
On a bed of California stars
I'd love to feel
Your hand touching mine
And tell me why I must keep working on
Yes I'd give my life
To lay my head tonight on a bed
Of California stars I
'd like to dream
My troubles all away
On a bed of California stars

Christmas break of ninety eight just flipped me upside down
One coast out to the other following the sound
Headed west to get the best of what we all knew then
One ocean to another waves come crashing down
Carrying just me and Stephanie she held my hand
Told me why I was
Blazing down that highway on my way to
Rock Star Land
California, a place they say glistens gold.
I wanna go there and never come back home, yeah.
Staring up at freeway signs in dreams that make me sad
One coast out to the other
One ocean to another
We cruised out to the other side
Loved us in Nebraska how they cheered us in Mattane
Told me why I was
Blazing down that highway on my way to
Rock Star Land
California, a place they say glistens gold.
I wanna go there and never come back home, yeah.

everybody got out of the water
in a lonesome convertible
with lipstick portables
you're part horrible (you're part horrible)
you're part affordable (you're part affordable)
... to san diego
was i seeing you or seeing double
with the palm trees adorable
in a town so explorable
you're part horrible (you're part horrible)
you're part affordable (you're part affordable)
you're part horrible (you're part horrible)
and that's why we drove to san diego

So at last southern California
Sun sets like a long goodbye
I've been dreaming about it for days
But I don't ask why
I can feel it in my bones
I'm a careless season it started just the other day
And what'd you expectT
hat just for no reason I packed it in and drove away
Now I don't mean to pin this one on you, darlin'
It's time I found something good
When it comes right down
You're just one of many people that never really understood
So at last southern California
Sun sets like a long goodbye
I've been dreaming about it for days
But I don't ask why
As I drove into a city painted on the desert
With everthing 10 miles high
Hard to believe that nobody will see what I see
Through my blood shot eyes
Now I don't mean to sound so young and naive
But I think we've found something good,
And now I can feel me leaving who I used to be
As we're driving into Hollywood
So at last southern California
Sun sets like a long goodbye
I've been dreaming about it for days
But I don't ask why
So at last southern California
Sun sets like a long goodbye
I've been dreaming about it for days
And now I know why
I can feel it in my bones
I'm a careless season it started when I woke today
And now that I'm here
It's all so very clear
The reason that I drove away
Now I don't mean to call so early now, darlin'
But the waves just feel so good
And I'll always come around
And watch the sun go down
Just like you knew I would
So at last southern California
Sun sets like a long goodbye
I've been dreaming about it for days
But I don't ask why
So at last southern California
Sun sets like a long goodbye
I've been dreaming about it for days
And now I know why

Hundreds of songs about it... there must be a good reason... see for yourself... http://www.answers.com/topic/list-of-songs-about-california?cat=entertainment


It's times like these
that I want to get away
Times when the houses no longer
bleed into the sky...
but the days do seem to bleed
into one another.
And when each scar is parallel to the one before...
No, I don't think you do understand-
there are no overstatements here.
I will keep this grudge like I
"kept" that photo we took
that day
last June.
Too soon I will drive away from this
personal wreckage.
Too soon I will forget your name
and your face.
Too soon, after two days, and two days, and two more,
I drive away
with the wind at my back
and in my hair
with my ease
in the seat beside me.
No agenda,
no distractions-
just miles of highway in both directions
on recycled tires;
a circle of life new age style:
rubber to road,
the pedal to the metal.
And I will wake with the sun if I so choose-
not to make him his secret pre-dawn pick-me-up
(a quad espresso macchiato)
but to hang with him in this sky
on these lazy winter days.
I will smile on all those who I see
I'll eat nothing but bagels for weeks and weeks
living from day to day
penny to penny.
From here to there.
From this Starbucks cafe in wind blown Orlando...
To the Hot Monkey Love cafe in downtown San Diego to see
Bushwalla sing
Ghettoblaster
and Self Depricating Hip Hop.
Throw in a friendly face, barely recognisable after all these years
and off I'll flow
down the road.
Look,
there I go.

make-believe that i've titled this and put in the proper capitalization

Let's pretend there's a rant here that's a couple paragraphs long. It's angry and frustrated and there are a lot of capital letters. It talks about everything that needs to be gotten off of my chest and everything that's making me stare appathetically at this screen right now.
Let's pretend that I have now completed writing this very long very soothing blog and I can now sleep soundly and tomorrow will be okay. Afterall... things can't get much worse, can they? Oh wait, that's what I thought yesterday... then today happened.
Nevermind.
Let's just cross our fingers and hope and skip the tiring technicalities. I can barely stay conscious as it is...
Here's a pretend thanks for sitting through this long and complicated rant. I'm pretending to feel better having pretended to get all that crap off of my chest.
Here's to tonight being almost over and tomorrow only being 24 hours long.
cheers