i just want to know: are we happy or are we sad?

[jdavis86]

i suppose there is no way that i can avoid saying that today is a good day. yesterday, my melancholic reverie was not nearly as bad as i could have expected. and today, i'm with music and i'm loved-- even my studies have afforded me an excellent opportunity for rest and recovery.

Dru and Nick came to visit me this weekend. So that was awesome. I miss those kids, just like I miss home in general. Or not home exactly, but those who live there-- the ones I'd hate to lose.

[I hate to think of not going back next summer
(but who knows what must unfold?).]

and as for Richmond,
the flood-tide never ends: such is life for the young.
(my life is an inhabitable tempest. it's lovely here.)

last week i faced what seemed to be a serious complication in my life;
but, with a little luck and a lot of poetry, all was amended.

and apparently i'm starting to think more like Big Brother. eek. i guess it was always inevitable?

either way, i'm changing. no doubt about that. i guess we'll see who i am in the end:

the good ol' boy?
the snob?
the lawyer?
the husband?
the writer?
the lover?

(who knows what must unfold?)