2011-07-02 - 11:53 a.m.

About two minutes and 31 years ago, I dared to live. And this is what I get.

In lighter news, I was just in NYC for the last few days to see Sloan, and to hang out with old friends. It was a great invigorating trip that I'd love to recount, but I should be doing better things with my time today. Seeing Sloan was a reminder that a certain amount of time had passed, and that reminded me of how much more miserable my life had become in the time before, and then the time after that. So instead of sulking, I say, that's got to change. How? I don't know, and I've been saying it for ages.

Typically in my very brief jaunts to NYC, I'll call or text old friends in the hopes that one or two might respond. This time, I was practically batting 1,000, or isn't that 1.00? Anyway, on the flip side of things, it was nice to know that I still have at least five people out there in NYC who I can consider hitting up for a good conversation... even if most of them were brief, which was mostly my fault for stuffing so much in to two days.

If I wanted to turn this in to something negative, then I'd also say that it's probably easier and more special to catch up with most friends these days if you let 2-4 years pass first. Does that make any sense? Probably not.

So that's that. I'd love to write more, but forward is the only way forward. Time to see how easily I can screw this day up, or embrace it for how plain or "special" it ends up becoming. Thanks for reading.