im tired. sick. and it feels like a houston winter in the basket.
in two months of my new residence, ive had a cold and the flu. the latter being everso present at this moment. truman is sick a lot. shannon as well.
ive noticed, in my newly formed 'friendships' here, that most are hell-bent on selling this place to me. not that i needed to be sold, but things are far from similar to my custom or culture or whatever, and, i make no hesitation in expressing my confusion. maybe they get offended? maybe. but they dont know where i come from and im in their home. so i suppose this transition to the remainder of my days is, well, more difficult than id like to admit. i miss houston, in an odd but romantic, and even sadistic, way. this is normal. and ill be alright. truman has a better shot at being a better man than i am here. i have a better shot at trying to recover from whatever it is that is killing me. my marriage has a better chance at surviving. i love wife and son and will do whatever it takes...
this tastes like rainbows.
i went to the moose after work for the first time this week. the moose is a lodge where you can eat and drink at seven in the morning. if youre not a member, you have to be accompanied by one. it was fine until i vomitted, voilently, when i got home. i felt like food poisoning. didnt get any sleep and i still went to work that night. so, obviously, something has changed. who am i to work at a time when im not 100%? but ive often argued to myself that i am have never been 100%. and this has to happen. so i build engines in a fever waiting for the insurance to start. and im very proud of myself. for the first time in a long time. the basket has changed me.
i miss rob and tuesdays at tks though im told you cant smoke cigarettes inside there anymore. i may even miss mike a little but i dont think about it anymore or try not to. sure ive made a mistake where he and i stand, i just dont know whats worth it anymore. eh.
i should go.
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i cry, now.
beautiful:
this tastes like rainbows.
why cry?
I miss you too brother. Houston misses you and so does TK's.
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