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Well I'm back, have been for a week. NYC was the most fun I've had in quite a while. I got to see most of the people I love, including that Supreme Love, which massaged some callouses off my heart. I missed out on some people, but I plan to return ASAP so I'm not too worried about it. I didn't DO much. Didn't go to any touristy spots except Central Park and I walked across the street from the Empire State Building by accident. The relationships refueled were worth much more than the tourist experience, especially since I don't consider myself a tourist. It's official, I've got to move back.
Things in Texas are EH. Boring, mundane, same old shit. Nothing new under the sun here. Nothing except work work work, sleep, drink, smoke, work work work. Life is boring, I've got to try to break that mold. I still procrastinate more than ever.
And there's something wrong with my tooth, but I can't get it looked at until January.
Fuxors.
Things in Texas are EH. Boring, mundane, same old shit. Nothing new under the sun here. Nothing except work work work, sleep, drink, smoke, work work work. Life is boring, I've got to try to break that mold. I still procrastinate more than ever.
And there's something wrong with my tooth, but I can't get it looked at until January.
Fuxors.