depreciation they claim

Tense

I realized I've been terrible at updating.

But I've had no data for the past week and have been crazy busy so I suppose those are two semi acceptable and believable excuses, but I think the real reason is, I usually get in to write when I'm sad, and I haven't been sad this week.

It sounds good to you, but to me, bittersweet, for I'm coddled by the comfort of melancholy moods.

I constantly say I wish for less mundanity and more frivolity in my day to day life, but it was so comfortable. The long day, the long bath, the long wallowing and evenings alone with my thoughts, I liked it. It was familiar. It was relaxing and relieving and I was used to it.

Perhaps my nights alone will return soon, or I can only hope.

Some good did come from the week, however.

My friends actually made it onto this gig downtown in Baltimore at Sound Stage last night and killed it.

It was freezing but we parked a mile away anyway to save money on parking because we're poor. We met some other friends and made some new ones, it was awesome. It felt so good to be back at a show, it's been a little while for me.

It was good for me. I felt good. This whole week felt good. It's weird. I hardly feel good for so long.

I kinda liked the old me. But I head I can get used to this. It will be spring soon, so time to leave the winter behind.

It seems so final though, moving on from these past months. They were sad and somber and full of regrets and beginnings that have already ended. It was hard and long. (that's what she said. Haven't made one of hose jokes since chapter one, but hey I still got it)
But hey, life goes on. Always changing, never braking. And all we get is caught up in the past and forget the present and think to much of the future.