The World Is My Oyster

I hate oysters.

Feeling a bit blue today. Miss my family. Spent almost a week with them and it was wonderful. Wish I could do it more often. Mostly I wish we lived closer to each other.

I don't know what will happen this fall. Don't know what will happen with school. Don't know what will happen with work. I'm worried.

It will work out. Some how. It always does. I mean, just look at my friend J. There's a man who really should be down and out but always manage to land on his feet (always! I'm amazed.). So it will work itself out. But still. I'm worried. Pain and shit is a part of life and I know that there will most likely be some heavy shit in the future. And it worries me. It all worries me. My gut instinct is to run away from it, to hide from it. But that would go against of a lot of what I stand for. But I am really not a fighter. I don't like challenges. I'm not that sort of person. And that pains me more than anything.

Just the normal pathetic whining you hear from me about once a month. But that is what the internet is for, isn't it?

Watching Hellboy right now. I'm getting a hard on by all the nazi kitsch. Gotta write something about that some day.