A good day. A hard night.

[charack]

Work is going well. Things are finally starting to come together. And I seem to have started to come into my understanding of the role I am in. The financials are starting to sync and I think the rhythm of the work is finally starting to present itself.

Then ran an errand and spent most of the evening discussing business, relationships, commitments and the intricacies of running a bar with a rather smart and suave individual. Then off to an art/fashion show competition, followed with a little flirting and a lot of understanding, all with a few drinks and some alone time out and about. Then home to a call with one lover, and another call from a lover far away.

Strange how you can cry and smile at the same time upon hearing the sound of a voice or the turn of a phrase. Or struggle with stating the support and love you have for someone when all they hear is contention and dissonance. The ache from just yearning to hold them and physically convey the way you feel for them, when they are far beyond your ability to touch, is a drain and despair beyond words surrounded in sunshine and laughter.

Bittersweet is the anthem drumming out its slavers beat in my life. Yet I am happy, or at least for what passes for happiness in my life.