Some Words

And it was an eventful four days, especially considering I had the time to finish two books (granted one was especially short) and make heavy inroads into three others.

I returned to find that the stress of having no one in the house (the girlfriend left for her family’s home about a day ago) caused the cat to crap all over the house. It was a particularly nasty problem, as the cat appears to have had diarrhea or some such illness, when it went on the carpet. Aren’t you glad I told you that? I am.

I had gone home with a little of the usual fear. What was I doing with my life? Why wasn’t I engaged in the life of awesomeness that some of my friends were. (paraphrase: “Hey guy’s. I’m moving to Tokyo, where I might work for Google, and I’m getting married.) Knowing, through college and home, a large number of thoroughly amazing people, who do thoroughly amazing things, has a way of making you feel, if quite privileged, a little low at times. Last night I went to the townie bar in Mt. Pleasant, The Bird. It was just what I needed, in a sick sort of way. There is something about seeing a few of the people you knew in high school, at the local townie bar, that is therapeutic. I don’t know how many of them were just in town for the holidays, but the knowledge that some of them had never left, provided the dose of schadenfreude that I needed to right the emotional ship. It was tempered by the realization that I was the only one at the table who didn’t have at least a Masters in something, but that was for the best.

Aside from buying a couple of gifts for people I know I won’t see until after Christmas, there is nothing to do but write for the rest of the year, which is good, as I’m way behind on all of my goals. As I write, I also plan to be overly introspective, and post things, about stuff.

Yea, verily, there shall be updates. Plenty to talk about for once.