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Wednesday, September 16, 2015

Glitches in Simple Existence

My crazy kitten running around the basement, chasing the air.

A letter written, if it counts as that.

Birthday wishes given, via picture post on Facebook.

I've gotten a lot accomplished for the 23-02 hours.

Still not sleeping.

Why does a single person matter so much to simple existence? Why does it matter that this person is in another place? How is the next room any different than the next county? Yet somehow it is.



Written last night, or this morning, just after 2am.

I fell asleep somewhere close to 4am, I think. And so of course when I was woken up around 5:30am, I barely stirred. I truly woke about 9am, realizing it was most certainly not 6am and that I only barely had just enough time to make the 3hr trip and still be early enough for my plans.

When your sister turns 16 six days after you turn 21, plans are sure to be had. When you arrive in perfect timing to find the realization that she needed a physical and did not get one, plans are sadly changed. Plans that have been in place for quite literally years. But, things happen, life moves, times change and people learn. Which can be half the fun of living, sometimes. Even the hard ones, the ones you endure through to the other end. On that other end, though, you always find better than you could ever have hoped for, if you truly endure through to that end. The good times lead to better, as do the bad. You learn that as you live.

Several days off, fought for but won. You'd think it would be simpler, having had this planned since years past. But... you know, people. Mistakes happen. I'm here. It's all good.



I never seem to write anymore, just ramble.

Stories, characters, swirl in my head but never land. I need the time to discipline my thoughts, perhaps. But they can be like a flag: best shown when flying free. I only need the post to tie them down to, to keep them from tangling in the wind and the trees and getting lost on the globe in the atmosphere.

Hopefully some of this makes sense. I tend to get wordy and no one knows what I'm saying.


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