Captain Updaaaaate Maaaaaaannnn!!!
Bleh, I believe I may have laryngitis, the kind that sends its bacterial vanguards on anabasis to my left inner ear. Made several phone calls to medical centers and clinics in the county, and despite my entreaties the earliest appointment had is Tuesday at the one practice whose CEO was being indicted this past week on child-pornography charges. Hooray! I can't imagine anyone being able to afford health care up here, as it seems vastly overpriced compared to most places. The one giant hospital that isn't Vail won't take appointments, preferring to draggle the entirety of their sick through the monetary crucible of emergency care. Wtf is up with that? Who the hell can afford to pay $425 just to get a prescription for antibiotics? I doubt my appointment at Pedophilia-hd will be much less, either - suborning me to become their catamite or something.
Oh well, as I'm mired in the colloidal bracken of my own phlegm I might as well update this thing while I still have my vestibular wits about me, my inner ear deteriorating until my head is thrown entirely off its gimbal.
Crow and I had a lovely time eating at Modis with cataplexis this past week, whom we're unlikely to see EVER AGAIN. Unless the momentum of our lives just happen to syncline in some cosmic agreeance and we find ourselves in the same location. Anyway, yeah, goodbyes are always so fucking awkward and inevitable, lurking at the edge of our dinner like a dolmen sentinel with a mongoloid moai stare. But really, this is only the first bit of ephemera I'm confronting by leaving this place, with much to follow. I better get used to it.
Had a great conversation with one of my regulars when I told him we were leaving, and instead of the lachrymal bullshit I'm trying to avoid was given encouragement. He feels my need to lay out like a flagstone on a bulkhead and cast my line off the jetty, both literally and figuratively, after our little katabasis from the mountains. Shed my wintry caparison and feel the air slip palpably over my skin again, goodbye gelid days and nights. It should be enjoyable for about 2 months, then I'll be wondering why the fuck I opted to feel like a jellyfish baking in a toaster oven. Ah Florida, hopefully my new-found appreciation for thee isn't as fissile in nature as my sanity is up here.
Welp, Iza tried sitting on my mouse and just barely failed at sabotaging this entry, which is the cue to count my blessings and pay attention to her pokey-highness.
Oh well, as I'm mired in the colloidal bracken of my own phlegm I might as well update this thing while I still have my vestibular wits about me, my inner ear deteriorating until my head is thrown entirely off its gimbal.
Crow and I had a lovely time eating at Modis with cataplexis this past week, whom we're unlikely to see EVER AGAIN. Unless the momentum of our lives just happen to syncline in some cosmic agreeance and we find ourselves in the same location. Anyway, yeah, goodbyes are always so fucking awkward and inevitable, lurking at the edge of our dinner like a dolmen sentinel with a mongoloid moai stare. But really, this is only the first bit of ephemera I'm confronting by leaving this place, with much to follow. I better get used to it.
Had a great conversation with one of my regulars when I told him we were leaving, and instead of the lachrymal bullshit I'm trying to avoid was given encouragement. He feels my need to lay out like a flagstone on a bulkhead and cast my line off the jetty, both literally and figuratively, after our little katabasis from the mountains. Shed my wintry caparison and feel the air slip palpably over my skin again, goodbye gelid days and nights. It should be enjoyable for about 2 months, then I'll be wondering why the fuck I opted to feel like a jellyfish baking in a toaster oven. Ah Florida, hopefully my new-found appreciation for thee isn't as fissile in nature as my sanity is up here.
Welp, Iza tried sitting on my mouse and just barely failed at sabotaging this entry, which is the cue to count my blessings and pay attention to her pokey-highness.