So my friend Mark mentioned in passing that The Decemberists are coming to town, and then Elle said she is coming to town to see the Decemberists, and I thought, what are the Decemberists?
So I gave them a shot (as though Mark has ever suggested a bad band), and now have spent the day listening to them.
Today, on my way home, I smoked my last cigarette. I thought about putting it off until I was home, and pondering the hell out of it as I smoked it, and then I realized, that is why I never quit anything that is bad for me -- I alsways want the last time to be something ceremonial and perfect. And of course, nothing is ever perfect, so in that respect, nothing is ever for the last time. So I just smoked it like I smoked all the others today, and eventually the last of it blew out my window and out of my life.
Now that Bernie is going to write me a letter of recommendation to the Nyingma Institue, I feel like life is actually picking up. I am going to work the heck out of the next few weeks, save up some money, pay off as much of my car as I can manage, take Katie on a trip for her birthday (the current options are Bridgeport, CT/Boston, The Mall of America, Chicago and San Antonio), catch the Dear Friends in Atlanta in June, and then get to Cali. Sounds like a plan.
(I was going to go to the SG campout in July, but if I wait that long I will spend all of my money by the time I get to Nyingma.)
I went to a friend's place today -- I had written him off in the friend department until he said, "please come over," and I realized that friends need their friends, and that I am here for him as much as anybody else. So I went over and watched Elektra and then left (I think he just did not want to be at home alone to think, since his girl is moving out on him) and now I am sick and itchy from being around his cat.
And I think, I am moving back home? My mom has forty cats, man!
Bernie says there is another Buddhist work/study program in VT. Maybe I can move up there after I prove to them in Cali (and prove to myself as well) that I am worth a damn. Then I will be near Katie! And Burlington! And snow!
I have got to get a bath. The stupid cat allergy.
So I gave them a shot (as though Mark has ever suggested a bad band), and now have spent the day listening to them.
Today, on my way home, I smoked my last cigarette. I thought about putting it off until I was home, and pondering the hell out of it as I smoked it, and then I realized, that is why I never quit anything that is bad for me -- I alsways want the last time to be something ceremonial and perfect. And of course, nothing is ever perfect, so in that respect, nothing is ever for the last time. So I just smoked it like I smoked all the others today, and eventually the last of it blew out my window and out of my life.
Now that Bernie is going to write me a letter of recommendation to the Nyingma Institue, I feel like life is actually picking up. I am going to work the heck out of the next few weeks, save up some money, pay off as much of my car as I can manage, take Katie on a trip for her birthday (the current options are Bridgeport, CT/Boston, The Mall of America, Chicago and San Antonio), catch the Dear Friends in Atlanta in June, and then get to Cali. Sounds like a plan.
(I was going to go to the SG campout in July, but if I wait that long I will spend all of my money by the time I get to Nyingma.)
I went to a friend's place today -- I had written him off in the friend department until he said, "please come over," and I realized that friends need their friends, and that I am here for him as much as anybody else. So I went over and watched Elektra and then left (I think he just did not want to be at home alone to think, since his girl is moving out on him) and now I am sick and itchy from being around his cat.
And I think, I am moving back home? My mom has forty cats, man!
Bernie says there is another Buddhist work/study program in VT. Maybe I can move up there after I prove to them in Cali (and prove to myself as well) that I am worth a damn. Then I will be near Katie! And Burlington! And snow!
I have got to get a bath. The stupid cat allergy.
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So are you coming to the damn show or not? Go to Grimey's and buy your ticket and then buy me a drink. Obviously these are the correct chain of events.