What I Notice

Is that I am not, no matter what I want to be, safe to my own intentions.

I finished my time at a horrible job tonight. Somewhat disreputably, it might be added. Ah! I sigh. Continents can't divide me from myself.

If there was a better way to go it would find me....

Thank you for that song, by the way. Thank you for so many things, but that song especially. I don't know what I'm doing here, exactly, but I know that I miss who I love; and that Toronto is terribly special, despite all it's frustrations and dead ends.

I'm going to write something better when I'm sober.

Love you.

Toot toot!

Happy birthday, friend!

Whatever you're doing across the many ponds, I hope you're having a wonderful time. I wish I were there to celebrate with you.

Love you lots and lots and lots,

me.