my friend, karin, is coming into town tonight.
figured we'd have dinner, then maybe catch a show down at the mars bar... however, i've had the week from hell, so i'm more interested in sitting around, talking, playing chess, maybe watching a bit of teevee before the night is over.
maybe it's time to grill some meat. there's comfort in building a fire, and as there's no precipitation expected, it might be nice to continually stoke the flame and have an old fashioned night out.
friends, flame, and food.
i've reached a certain level of acceptance never before thought possible.
i'm constantly disappointed in all that originally seems a decent prospect. i don't suppose i'm closed off to the idea; rather, i'm now much less inclined to throw myself into the river if the other person is still gingerly touching the tip of the water with their toes.
i always was an all-or-nothing kind of guy. give every endeavour all the energy you have all of the time.
otherwise, you're just half-assing through life.
that's no way to live.