The New...

Out with the old, in with the new, whether by choice, design, force, or raw fluke.
I have been in the new apartment for a few days now and so far, so good.  It has been pretty refreshing to wake up in my own bed, with no other sounds but the rain cascading out on my balcony.  I have been with room mates for far too long and have really missed the truly single life.  Solitude, peace, quiet and time.  All for me.
   It really is nice to have this once more.  Sure its more expensive, but you are paying for the access to your own space, to do with what you will, to have the bathroom door open while you pee... to not put the seat down afterwards! Glorious....  I have noticed that not having people around me all the time has saddened me a bit.  I would like to share this with someone, but of course that defeats the purpose and the one I'd like to share with, I simply cannot.  
  So in lieu of that process... I follow the blog therapy.   
So far there is a level of excitement in the new direction being followed.  Still hoping for more clarity with things like work and stability of life.  One day at a time.
  I spent most of my night last night mediating between friends who are splitting up.  What a buzz killer.  But what can you do?  You love em both, so you try to make the situation as palatable as possible.  You do your best, and let the cards fall where they may.  It's just a sad story from start to finish.
  I wish I had the power to change people.  I wish people would see things as I do every now and then, to understand the pain that I see barreling towards them...to take my hand and sidestep the sorrow.   May as well wish for the sun in my pocket, the stars at beck and call.  
  Funny moment over the past couple days... At the Limelite (Karaoke bar) and my friend goes up to sing, and sing Goo Goo Dolls... hehe... So I went up and started to sing to him from the floor, but mangled the lyrics with things like Hairy Balls and other mature filler words...
  I got him to laugh while singing.  The other friends were laughing enough to bring tears to their eyes...
  Mission accomplished.   Something terribly satisfying about making someone laugh....especially when you know they really do need it.

    I find that I need a good laugh these days.  One of those cheek aching, side grabbing, eye wiping, knee slappers.  It will happen Im sure... until then, I will watch a great show by a fantastic comedian I admire... Lucky Louie. Louis C K is teh comedian and his show is pretty hilarious.  Downloading it, but until then... lots of movie watching and time killing.  Cant wait to pick up my guitar from the sister tomorrow... I need the practice and distraction.... well, that and callouses.  

  It's late, and this isn't entertaining.  Maybe the next one.  

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