Private/public journal.
Life.
Starting over. Watching House. From the beginning for the first time in... years. I received it for my birthday. From my beloved Mike.
Bittersweet.
Taking it back. Taking everything back. Taking it all back to be mine instead of his. Or ours. Just mine. Except, now I have a new person with whom I share it all.
The Beatles.
Loring Park area.
House.
A billion other bands I can't even begin to list.
Mario Cart/Tennis/Party
I've taken it back. And I'm trying to begin anew.
It's difficult when there's other turmoil brewing in the background.
Stupid, childish turmoil. I tipped it off, but I'm far from the cause of it.
Streaming thoughts.
I started running and that's good. I haven't stopped smoking yet, and that's not as good. In fact, I had a cigarette after my walk today. And a beer. Counter-productive, perhaps?
It's alright.
Everything is alright.
Everything in it's right place.
