Now Here is Nowhere

(I have borrowed the above title from the Secret Machines)


I realize having come from Oregon that I should be accustomed to gray weather. I am not, however, and June Gloom is killing me. Everything begins to move a little more slowly, the work day seems a little longer, my patience a little shorter, and I get depressed more easily.

It seems as though this weather will never go away. I know I felt the same way last year, but every year it seems worse than the last.

I keep trying to tell myself the reason that I feel so blah this week is because last weekend was so incredibly fun, that everything else pales in comparison. However, it still doesn’t seem to remedy the blues that are overcoming my being…

So I begin to dwell in these slow moving days about the frivolous, and not so frivolous, things I allow to flow through my mind.

Am I really doing what I want to be doing with my life?
I’m not traveling nearly as much as I wanted to be...
I'm not doing the job that I wanted to be doing...

What is my destiny? How will I make it as such?

Then the fluff that I dwell on as well…

Fluff about an amazing guy I met that I haven’t told anyone about (friends, siblings or mama) for fear that it would be jinxed.

I’ll probably fuck it up anyway.

BTW- thanks Bone, your amazing time table won't escape my mind *smirk*(I'm not that far behind you)...

So this is my Ho Hum day... confirming now here is indeed nowhere.


My uplifting moments, smiles and solace are brought to my by a Blue Orchid. This song fucking rocks.