so i haven't written in a few days.

apologies to the half-dozen or so of you whose dearth of better things to do or perhaps whose lapses in better judgement lead you to visit this corner of the web. kidding of course, i kid, i kid because i love. anyways, my dad's here, my sister came with him, but she had to leave friday morning, they came out for thanksgiving, been staying at my place since tuesday. it was sweet to have them out here, neither of them had ever been to california before, and it'd been a long time since i'd seen either of them, i last saw my dad in march and my sister in december.

that having been said, it's different having people in my apartment, houseguests, as it were, i guess. i've gotten so used to solitude, at least as far as living quarters go, that someone else's constant presence in my place over a period of a few days felt slightly foreign. i'm not territorial or anything like that, anybody that knows me halfway decently knows that, but the comfort level is maybe not lowered, but different.

take writing, for example. right now, i'm blogging at work, which, typically, isn't something that i do, personal boundaries and whatnot. i usually blog in the mornings before i head off to work, but then i haven't really had work since last wednesday, which, incidentally has me feeling quite quite useless, but sort of throws a wrench in the rhythm of the day. i'm not complaining or anything like that, i always appreciate days off and a trek off the beaten path, but it forces some degree of regrouping as far as staying on top of things goes. back to the point, writing is something i've come to associate with solitude, and not having had that at home here lately i'm thinking that's at least partly why i haven't written the past few days. i get the feeling that it'd feel like playing air hockey on a pool table.

i think i'm on top of things anyway.

feeling: ambivalent
thinking of: haze
music: "music box superhero" the juliana theory