first of two

i'm home.

or in california, so so much cognitive dissonance as far as that goes. i forget who i was talking to, but it was brought up that i got two homes now, which i don't s'pose that i'll at all dispute. i mean my standing out here is quite less tenuous than a student's, but my connection to dallas is still pretty strong.

so anyways, i got back thursday morning, which was a total nightmare, mostly because my flight was at half past eight that morning and i didn't get home from being out on new year's eve until sometime around six, a mere two and a half hours before my flight to long beach was set to leave. there was no sleeping that night, evidently i spent three hours face down in brad's yard, but everyone knows that just doesn't count, not as sleep anyway.

in any case, new year's was a blast, we met at brad's and went down to deep ellum, hit the bars mostly, we were leaving the first one as the clock struck midnight and wished people happy new year on the street as they walked by. we saw javy who had the unfortunate task of working, luckily, he was in deep ellum too, at the cafe brazil, so he was able to head back to the alley with us for some champagne. i s'pose all that lasted til about two before we headed back to brad's.

i'm still not sure where the bruises came from.

feeling: internally duplicitous
thinking of: work, if you can believe that
music: "fight to live" bouncing souls