i really hate moving. i don't know why because i love new places and setting up my new space and rearranging an old space until it's new again . . . i guess that wasn't totally accurate. i hate packing. the rest is a means to an end but the packing part drives me mad.
i feel compelled to write again. i booted up the old back up compy supposedly so i could reply to posts on FB but in reality it was because my post responses were beautifully crafted prose and far to lengthy for FB mobile. the mobile browser would forget i was typing away and time out causing my resposes to be eaten and me to get sullen and grumpy.
so here i am, warming up the keys, dusting off the spacebar, awkwardly climbing back up on this horse. it's like dating after a nunnish three years... everything feels distantly familiar but nothing is flowing quite naturally.
oh, well, it'll work out, i guess.
i'll wander back by sooner or later for more updates.
confessed on Monday, Aug. 16, 2010