I don't know what to do with myself...

[twiliteraine]

The shop closing has had a larger impact on me than I thought it would. I mean, dag, I've been having dreams of memories and what could have been; tell me that isn't pathetic? That place was full of people whom I not only loved, but adored, though I never knew any of them as well as I'd wanted. There was always "later" for that, except now there isn't. I'm fairly sure that yesterday was the last actual day that they're open, but I have every intention of skulking around today to see if I'm wrong. This whole not being completely straight thing is starting to get on me...I need some closure, damn it, because I need to be sober. Especially because the parental units seem to be noticing for the first time. Eh, must go do responsible day-time things now.

My clock is set on west coast time, and refuses to change. As Toma pointed out, I no longer have a choice, I must move to California...or British Columbia.