Weekends stress me out.

It has been a long time since I’ve visited this place.

I too have been an anxious, neurotic, sad, frustrated mess of a person for the last months. Ever since I got back from Japan I have wanted, furiously, for my life to change. I’ve felt like every day is a search for doors or windows or black holes, even, that lead to something different than where I am at now.

I have started to resent my job for being the stable, interesting thing in my life. And that alone is counter-intuitive because it seems that a good thing could be a floatation device. Instead, I have been angry and feeling trapped. I’ve found myself saying, “The only reason I haven’t moved and changed is because I’m not ready to leave my job.

That is f-d up!

I’m looking for a place to live or people to live with, so let me know if you hear of something regarding that.

In other news, I played tennis with a stranger, bought a bike that I actually ride, went to my first wedding, and have become a coffee drinker, runner, and fool-for-figs (which are so good rght now!!). All fascinating things, I’m sure.

Who makes art, btw? Is there like a craft night I can get in on? That would be a really nice social concept in my life right now.

Miss you guys.

Nyk: Your milk and honey is sensational.

Dan: How’s your new place working out?

Nikko: I’d really like to talk to you. Can we skype?