Struggling to stay away, too exhausted to do much of anything. Lying in bed snuggling a pillow. Busy weekend, with a shed and a work bench coming out of it.. Not to mention parties, unpacking, etc.

As previously mentioned, I’ve squeezed in some not acting in regard to how you feel time. Which is, well, ultimately sad. But I guess, possibly how life has to be these days. It’s a lonely feeling. Bitten tongues lay at rest.

Got to spend some time today talking about identity, which is starting to ignite some new ideas in my mind about where my place is and why I don’t seem to quite fit right most of the time. Evangelion porcupine effect? Probably not, but the implication is a bit sad.