One of the pluses of maintaining a regular blog or journal (or both), is that it gives me a way to track my moods and make sure I don't stay in a funk for too long. Apparently I've been feeling at least a little sad for quite some time now. I'd say it's been going on since Dustin passed away. I'm out of the worst part of the funk which lasted about 3 weeks after he died, but I think I'm continuing to suffer from a general malaise which I think will be with me at least a little longer. I'm hoping that moving into Pensacola at the end of the month will be enough of a change to trigger a renewal of interest in getting out of bed in the morning.
Yeah, I need change. Serious change. I think a lot about moving from this region, but if that's going to happen it won't be for another year because I want to take my time and make sure it's something I really want to do and I need to save up money. I really don't plan on leaving, but I want to be financially prepared to do so, in case I decide to.
I'm sick of summer already. I'm not a fan of summers here. All sorts of fuckwads flood the restaurants and make the whole area a dumber place. At least it's just a relatively short time. The rest of the year is pretty bad-ass. I'm ready for fall, damnit. I'm ready for the weather to break.
My moods are heavily dependent on the weather. It's not that I'm glum when it's rainy and happy when it's sunny. It's more that I get grumpy when any weather pattern repeats itself for too long. I don't like monotonous weather, good or bad. My soul's too stormy for a stable climate. Maybe that's why I kinda like hurricanes.
Peace,
msi.
Yeah, I need change. Serious change. I think a lot about moving from this region, but if that's going to happen it won't be for another year because I want to take my time and make sure it's something I really want to do and I need to save up money. I really don't plan on leaving, but I want to be financially prepared to do so, in case I decide to.
I'm sick of summer already. I'm not a fan of summers here. All sorts of fuckwads flood the restaurants and make the whole area a dumber place. At least it's just a relatively short time. The rest of the year is pretty bad-ass. I'm ready for fall, damnit. I'm ready for the weather to break.
My moods are heavily dependent on the weather. It's not that I'm glum when it's rainy and happy when it's sunny. It's more that I get grumpy when any weather pattern repeats itself for too long. I don't like monotonous weather, good or bad. My soul's too stormy for a stable climate. Maybe that's why I kinda like hurricanes.
Peace,
msi.