badsamaritan

this past week drained me. First off: my Buddy Tim dies. Second I get in a huge fight with my oldest Brother. Work is sucking more and more every day. I hate the holiday season. Well, I don't hate it. I just wish I didn't have to spend it alone.
The funeral was.... well, you know, a funeral. All of Tim's friends met up at the Painted Lady on Sunday. I got up and did a toast. A good traditional Irish toast. Just like he would have wanted. Ya, see... Tim loved all things Irish. I was supposed to go to the Tipperary Pub sometime soon. I am still gonna go.
I am moving Downtown soon. I will miss my roommates, but I need a change in my life. I need a fresh perspective. I am going to start painting again. I am going to go back to school. I am going to open my bar. I am going to meet a companion. I managed to lose ten pounds. I am not a fat person. I just have a beer belly. It used to be ok, not it bums me out. When I was driving to work today, I saw myself jogging in my new neighborhood in July. Waving at my new neighbors, stopping to tie my shoelaces.

now I feel better.