Passing Time

I admit that I really haven’t written anything worthwhile in quite some time.. perhaps because there really is no one who bothers to read it. That used to bother me a lot.. but I think at this point I don’t really care.

I’m at a pretty good point of my life right now, aside from things with my mother. I’ve come to accept that our relationship has been destroyed over the years.. and most of the time I don’t care enough to pick up the pieces.

I’m not saying that we don’t have our moments… I’m merely saying they are few and far between. I met her in the middle, I suppose. I go with her to the bar on Wednesdays and sing for her.. that makes her happy. Good enough. If it keeps her from being angry at me after being at the bar Wednesdays, then hell, I’m set. I enjoy singing, anyways.

Now.. on to better things. I’ve had a really amazing weekend. Friday I went to Christine’s birthday party. It was… rather weird, I must admit, to be around Christine and Martin at the same time. Martin and I would never have worked out as a couple.. but it’s still weird. Sarah and I got to walk around the block and have a nice, long talk. I think sometimes she needs someone to talk to… to confide in… just like I do at times. She made me really happy when she told me that I influenced her to make up her mind about what she awnts to do with her life… she’s going to Avery Point this fall.. which I’m also at, so I’m thrilled.

Unfortunately, I started feeling sick during the party.. I was fine when we were eating, and playing laser tag.. but when we were bowling my throat started to hurt.. then my ears… By the time we got back to Christine’s at 2am I felt like crap. And of course, I had to wake up at 4am to leave her house.

So.. everyone else slept in the tents outside, but I insisted on sleeping in my car.. I wasn’t really in the mood to make everyone sick or wake anyone up as I left at 4.

But Saturday still rocked. It got off to a bumpy start… Chip didn’t wake up to his alarm, so I sat outside his house until 5:30 waiting for him to wake up. I drove home, kicked him on the messenger, and the sound from it woke him up.. then I went and picked him up, got Marcia, and we were on our way.

To New York City, that is…

More to come…