Dread and Circus
I've spent the last half hour or so listening to chill out music and in fact continue to do so as I write this, so excuse me if I come off a little zen.
This is a house full of hippies, and I am very much enjoying it. I'm finding my time here relaxing still, and the only turmoil is what I brought with me. They said it's cool if I clean skulls at the house, so I spoke to a local farmer who agreed to provide me with a few heads. I do look forward to exploring my hobby a bit further.
We went to the circus a few nights ago, it was a fine show and the younglings loved it. The crowd left me a bit shaken. I wonder how much longer before I cannot go out in public anymore.
The diabetes sucks ass. I go to buy a beverage at sheetz (local convenient store to you yankees) and I can't get juice because of my allergies, I can't get soda because of my blood sugar, so I walk out with a bottle of un-tasty water....grrr.
I suppose that if that's the worst thing that happens all day, I'm doing pretty good.
I have no life of my own, and I'm not really sure how to get one with my particular pile of neuroseses. I'm still lonesome, but don't know how to get out of it. I want someone by my side, but I'm hopeless. It hurts to think about, so I try not to. Tonight the cool wind is wafting across me, the trees are letting out their chorus of dry rain, the air smells of spring and I feel I should have someone special to share this quiet moment with. I don't always have the choice but to think about it.
For all my bitchings, I'm more at peace here than I have felt since the great humiliation.
Maybe I belong in the south?
