I've kept a bit of distance away from Twitter for the past couple of weeks, it's been good, though I'm sure this post will auto update my feed. Disconnection has lead to a bit of wondering where and when things happen for a given night, but the return value of hearing about stories, events, interesting things from people directly through passing has been worth it. I've gone from compulsively refreshing Twitter to my lone RSS feeds, Slashdot and Latitude.
My trip to Europe happening in a day or so already feels like escape, really don't want it to feel like that. I'll inevitable come back and it's no longer escape. Keep track of me on the Locate page. I'll have access to phone, email, IM, etc for most of it. Looking forward to Camp.
New job has been great, rather enjoy working out of a castle. It's also been challenging to the level that works well for me.
Distance and pain lasts forever, a closed feeling. I busy myself with new projects trying to keep my mind off of the past, present and what could have been the future. Multiple futures. I wake up each morning early wondering, making my bed, having a tiny bit of breakfast, picking out what to wear. Mannerism I didn't have before, they're not mine. Now I'm not really sure who's they are.
Last things last. At the point now where I need to for myself to understand that this really isn't the last thing.
