The heroine of the story

[derren]

All is well on the eastern front. To everyone who has been waiting to hear from me, sorry it's taken so long. I'll send out emails this weekend.

my muse is out on sick leave (i think she's faking).

so for now this is all i have to say:

I've been living in a haze of indecision, caught between a dream world
and... the other dream world, following my feet through
the routines of a past life, half awake, half asleep, with eyes wide open.
I thought I was over culture shock, but I'm not. I thought I was back in
study mode, but I'm not. I thought I had found my niche, but I haven't. Distraction
resides, focus abides. Every morning I tango with my uncertainties, but
it's a dance that flows in my blood lines so I know the steps.
Nothing is real, yet I am certain of myself. I am accustomed, and I am happy.
Life is vibrating to a frequency of alteration and I am on the brink. Excited,
hesitant, and confused. My past has come back to face me. I am ready.

Oh, and I drove to Boston and back (6hr roundtrip) last night just to see Beck perform for one hour. My love for that man knows no rational bounds.