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never made it to austin. seems like this is the way it goes: when i plan something: i now have to go get surgery on my nasal passages and throat. and and and i was supposed to be in texas yesterday. a bit bummed. had a tattoo planned, and some meetings with friends from here, colorado, virginia, memphis and things.. so i am now on more pharmaceuticals than i can remember to take, and i can feel them in my blood. i drank a lot the past couple nights anyway. it was careless, i know. but i danced all night last night. woke up with some new bruises, and i could feel that i had danced hard. me? nah. i made more phone calls than i remember. i miss my friends more than ever. they have scattered. and my phone bill really sucks these days. it doesn't help that i call cyprus for julian and adam. re-financing the house to simplify things that are no longer. a lone home owner. going to rent it and take off.. I have more elswewhere. meaning, fun. friends. biking: fellows. it will be good. i am a bit nervous. this is a huge change. i am flushing dreams down the drain, and making new ones. trying. i can't wait to be better, i am a bit nauseated, and sweaty at the moment, and my ears are plugged enough to make me feel like i have been in a plane for days. wish me best, i hate the idea of having my septum and flesh behind my nose and throat cut up and scabbed. god.
help me.
sf in a couple weeks, richmond following, and off to boulder.
hope you are all well.