the good times are killing me.

i feel like i’m relating to modest mouse today.

both ‘blame it on the tetons’ and ‘the good times are killing me’

i can’t take the fun times as just fun times lately.  there’s always some meaning, some flipside to the coin, some low to go with the high. 

don’t get me wrong, i’m glad i can feel all that again, it’s just weird after not having the lows for so long, trying to get used to dealing with them again.

i just wish i was more comfortable in my own skin right now.  i’m being 10x more social than i used to be, partially to avoid the quiet, ‘reflective’ times.

in other news, found out i get to go to arizona this weekend for a football game, and see one of my best friends from grad school. really wish i was in town for longer, be able to visit people i know in yuma and phoenix, but hopefully i’ll get out there again soon, i really love arizona.

i guess that’s all for tonight.  i think it’s an ambien kinda night, might’s a little racy racy tonight.