On the life front, briefly, that was one hell of a summer. And one absolutely great last month. Unemployment is not particularly wise, but sometimes you get to fill the time with enough awesomeness that it doesn’t particularly matter that you are brutally in debt and don’t really know what you’re doing with your life.. and instead of worrying about anything, you just get to be happy, content, in awe. This is what we here at the institute refer to as an “ideal situation.”
Beautiful weather, wonderful strolls, paper airplanes, GURPS out the wazooo, firefly marathon, substitute marathon, the ride of funkmaster festus (i will always be the left hand of funk), trampolines, stratford, almost the best concert evar (con stan teeeens!), top floors of parking structures, the grimm return of gilliam, sprinklers watering roads, cuckoo’s nest, chowder, the best ever foosball championship that never happened, the second annual national rum appreciation day, tulips, self-discovery, mumareuthering, rabbits, nevada devil-cake, music, many gigantic subs, awesome friends new and old. And a girl named Val.
August 2005 earns 10/10, making it rather a hard act to follow. And quite frankly, I had no desire to leave London. But since I’m feeling generally positive these days, with any luck that’ll be enough to crush the suck and prod the superfantastic into being vaguely present, even if only on Tuesdays while wearing an oddly pinstriped green coat.
*kiss*