thanks, i needed that.

Sometimes I forget how lucky I am. Thankfully last night I was reminded, once more, of how much I love my people. It was a rejuvinating feeling.

Or maybe it was the beer.

I feel like I recently opened the book that is me slightly wider than usual. Or maybe it just became the large print edition?

Either way I am reacting in a way I did not anticipate. I am finding it increasingly difficult to find the words. I don't want to talk about me. I'm tired of me. I don't have time to have a grand adventure (although I am very thankful for the recent small adventure) and I have nothing new to say.

I'm too busy. I'm a bit lonely lately - happy couples are making me grumbly (not specific couples, just the ones I pass on the street). I'm homesick today. These all seem like old sob stories that I'm sure everyone is as tired of as I am...

I don't want to tell people how I feel. Not today, not this week... I want to hover on the perifery...or maybe just stay home entirely... I don't want to throw a party, I don't want to go to the bar, I don't want to take the bus anywhere at all.

I wish I hadn't said anything at all really.