I have returned. Please, save all your applause for after the show... No, really. This summer was something of an oddity, a brief rustling flash of energy. Job hunting went directly to pulling open-close shifts as a professional taco stuffer and neglecting my paper entirely. Car accidents, scooter wrecks, becoming friends with abused ex-wives who subsequently kneecap their ex-husbands and get arrested, red tape car bureaucracy, work, work, work....
The taco people bought me a good-bye cake on my last day. I really wasn't sure what to say other than thank you, but i'm afraid I might have come across as a bit unappreciative. They're good people and it's a good workplace. I'll stop in and see them on weekends.
Bunnyman's taking my departure hard as usual. I told Manhaw tonight that it's worse for him than it is for me, just for the fact that while I have people to come back to, people I care about and enjoy being around, he doesn't. His nine non-summer months are somewhat lonely. I wish he could move up here, but we can't afford it. For every one step forward, those two steps back have to be taken, and sometimes they accumulate and you take them all at once.
I can't see quite straight due to exaustion, but i don't want to go to sleep. Nothing's put away yet, and I don't know when it will be. Hm. Can't really type anymore, though....
'Night, oh bare white-walled room of mine...
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