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Crawl under a rock.

So this weekend began full of promise. On Saturday there was a Halloween party. It was the kind of evening that starts off incredibly well, incredibly fun, and then just goes awry. In many ways, I got what I had been asking for, so perhaps in the future I will be more specific. It was the kind of night that serves as an awakening…I’m too old for this shit. The kind of night after which you wake up and ask, did that really happen. oh god. it did. But in sense, I guess it’s good. It will force me to pay closer attention. to everything.

Aside from early Sunday morning and its aftermath, it was a good weekend. Sunday night was lovely. Good friends. And today I bought the camera. My camera. That I have been talking about buying for nearly a year. I hope to be as productive with it as I imagine. 

Tonight I am still recovering. Nursing aches and pains, bruises, and a sore throat. I am definitely no longer a smoker.  I think this nearly compensates for my actions this weekend.