there is a note in my inbox (and on the journal) asking where the hell I am.
I'm almost home again, really.
I'll be back on the east coast tomorrow night.
I don't know how I feel about that. Maybe a lil perspective will make that an easier thing to discern.
I didn't see nearly the number of people I really thought I would. I'm sorry about that. The days we did stuff we took all day to do it and the days we didn't do much in the way of preplanned activities were can't get out of bed days.
I tried twice to mail Wes and more or less got blown off.
I got him a toy too.
Didn't catch up with Kieth, which I regret.
and there were other people I hadn't even thought of who I very well should have fucking made the effort for.
But, ya know, I just didn't.
Sorry

I'm going to go sit on the bed with Chad, munch Yaki Soba, and maybe watch edward scissor hands.

2 weeks was all it took to make me a stoner.