if you're looking for me, you better check under the sea.
We're having a heat wave here in the NW. I'm pretty thankful for my ceiling fan right about now, and I'm glad I dusted it off back in May.
Blah blah blah blah. Life goes on.
I'm also really thankful for the inflatable pool I bought. I like to snorkel in it and look at the sky, from beneath the surface.
My distributor gear and probably my cam gear are all kinds of messed, up, and I'm probably just going to get an engine rebuild, which is expensive, but maybe better in the long run than having to search out electrical failure. At this rate, I should have a working truck just in time for the shitty weather to come back and prevent me from riding my bike everywhere.
I think the part I miss most about being in college was the concentration. Everyone was so near. Friends, enemies, milquetoasts. Everyone. I feel like there's hardly anything tethering me to a single physical location anymore. I get about one hug a week. Life is rough. Sometimes you gotta hug yourself.
I feel like I have nothing to say anymore. My insides aren't empty, but I'm out of words. Like I'm supposed to be doing interesting things again, to become interesting. It's like when I'm trying to stay underwater, and I know that if I breath in too much, my belly will float to the top, but if I take breaths that are too shallow, I'll just breath a bunch of dead air and eventually suffocate. Yeah. Kind of like that.
Forced perspective.
Blah blah blah blah. Life goes on.
I'm also really thankful for the inflatable pool I bought. I like to snorkel in it and look at the sky, from beneath the surface.
My distributor gear and probably my cam gear are all kinds of messed, up, and I'm probably just going to get an engine rebuild, which is expensive, but maybe better in the long run than having to search out electrical failure. At this rate, I should have a working truck just in time for the shitty weather to come back and prevent me from riding my bike everywhere.
I think the part I miss most about being in college was the concentration. Everyone was so near. Friends, enemies, milquetoasts. Everyone. I feel like there's hardly anything tethering me to a single physical location anymore. I get about one hug a week. Life is rough. Sometimes you gotta hug yourself.
I feel like I have nothing to say anymore. My insides aren't empty, but I'm out of words. Like I'm supposed to be doing interesting things again, to become interesting. It's like when I'm trying to stay underwater, and I know that if I breath in too much, my belly will float to the top, but if I take breaths that are too shallow, I'll just breath a bunch of dead air and eventually suffocate. Yeah. Kind of like that.
Forced perspective.