Dine and dashed, the pianist peddled in the morning

[scypheroth]

Being back in Pittsburgh of late was alright. It was really good to have Constance there. Saw a lot of people, even some AU folk, too little Mark/Katelyn/Susan time, mixed with random sightings at Dancing Goats and a handful that made us groan/snicker. It was as stressful and homeless as I thought it would be, I can't say I'm torn up that it passed. We checked out my old apartment building and I saw Ashok (I told Constance, upon asking what my place was like, that story about being at some party of Schenley kids and some bourgeois fuck walked up to me and asked me if it was just really true that I 'just have a mattress and a table' in my apartment, as if that was something he should pity at, I just stared at him in horror/sadness/disgust) so that was pretty cool, plus lots of stories. I called Lara after midnight on New Years, some drunk cat answered and some bullshit, so we played it cool, lie in bed and read books. It was very nice. Lonely, but given past New Years, very nice and peaceful.

Tonight is coffee with Constance, Kathy and Aaron, then dinner with my dad.

It's just I tried.