Stuff and Junk, take two
I have tried, off and on, to write a post. I suppose that it happens that way, sometimes, when you are just so far inside yourself that the vanity of blogging is ... dirty.
Oh, before I get all morbid, marvel at the awful picture of my awesome new glasses:
I am covered in post-work funk. And I don't just mean residue from coffee beans and pre-made frozen beverage mix. The whole atmosphere weighs heavily on me these days.
On a more positive note, I will be going out of town this weekend. Charlotte and I will be heading to her family's cabin in Luling, TX. It was a trip that we planned for December, but I cancelled on her. She is cashing in her rain check, as it were. I am hoping that some woods-y chilling and small-town festivals with a dash of kick-ass barbeque will wipe away some of the smog of depression from my mind. It is a tall order for a cabin in the woods, overlooking a small 'cliff.' My intention is going to be to get some pictures to share. One can only hope, right?
Oh, before I get all morbid, marvel at the awful picture of my awesome new glasses:
I am covered in post-work funk. And I don't just mean residue from coffee beans and pre-made frozen beverage mix. The whole atmosphere weighs heavily on me these days.
On a more positive note, I will be going out of town this weekend. Charlotte and I will be heading to her family's cabin in Luling, TX. It was a trip that we planned for December, but I cancelled on her. She is cashing in her rain check, as it were. I am hoping that some woods-y chilling and small-town festivals with a dash of kick-ass barbeque will wipe away some of the smog of depression from my mind. It is a tall order for a cabin in the woods, overlooking a small 'cliff.' My intention is going to be to get some pictures to share. One can only hope, right?
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