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Well, I think I should start writing in this thing again (adhering to the suggestion of my shrink) to monitor stuff. I guess after my brief hiatus of being in yet another failed relationship (sigh) it is time to focus on me and score some very not-serious dates whilst having fun and preparing for my return to Florida. As impulsive as it may sound, it has actually been in the back of my head for quite some time right next to moving to Boston and living with my brother. I get a weird feeling about the latter, most likely because (speaking figuratively) I think I need to climb down this tree and walk to the next one I want to climb up -instead of jumping from limb to limb. I need some ground time. I need my support system to re-center me so that I can walk straight again.
The most difficult aspect of living in Wisconsin that I have trouble accepting is that it feels as though I have spent 4 years in some sort of turmoil/coma type thing. I mean, it doesn't feel as though I did...most entries prior to this one prove it. I should have left immediately after breaking up with Joe. I think I would have been closer to where I want to be had I simply left. I think what kept me here initially was my attachment to him (which still remains -I spent the night in his arms [only] a night ago). I still feel remorseful about leaving him here, we've been in a relationship/recycling for over 5 years now.
I'll make the best of it while I'm here, I guess. I saw Persepolis tonight (awesome), and today found out that Black Moth Super Rainbow will be here on March 28th (again, awesome). Can't wait to get stoned out of my mind and watch them. T'will be fun. I did extensive research on plane tickets to Flawda in mid-March and I found some decent prices, so I'll be flying instead of driving; flying for the last goddamn time from this cold, desolate place.
For now, the land of nod it is.
The most difficult aspect of living in Wisconsin that I have trouble accepting is that it feels as though I have spent 4 years in some sort of turmoil/coma type thing. I mean, it doesn't feel as though I did...most entries prior to this one prove it. I should have left immediately after breaking up with Joe. I think I would have been closer to where I want to be had I simply left. I think what kept me here initially was my attachment to him (which still remains -I spent the night in his arms [only] a night ago). I still feel remorseful about leaving him here, we've been in a relationship/recycling for over 5 years now.
I'll make the best of it while I'm here, I guess. I saw Persepolis tonight (awesome), and today found out that Black Moth Super Rainbow will be here on March 28th (again, awesome). Can't wait to get stoned out of my mind and watch them. T'will be fun. I did extensive research on plane tickets to Flawda in mid-March and I found some decent prices, so I'll be flying instead of driving; flying for the last goddamn time from this cold, desolate place.
For now, the land of nod it is.