adjusting to a change of p(l)ace

in opposition to a lyric in a song (or maybe it's a line from a famous livejournal post), winter is finally on its deathbed. spring is trying to show its pretty little face. meanwhile i am starting to wonder if this weight on my shoulders is going to melt away with all the snow.

i've been crossing out days on the calendar but i still lose track of time. hours feel like minutes feel like days feel like seconds. everything's a blur with only a handful of solid recollections, now with a new backdrop.

tonight there's nothing new and nothing interesting. just needed to get some vague thoughts out before they ate me alive.

hate on the haters. love the lovers.

take care of yourselves. i'm doing my best to do the same.

mikes