That is all. Been here a week and while I’ve had fun, it feels like it’s been a month.
I miss my friends and my family that are in this area, but that’s still not enough for me to want to stay here for any meaningful length of time. But hey, it’s been like 13 months since last time, so it’s not all bad. I have a gracious host, fun coworkers, and also the internet.
But despite that, when I’m here it feels like I’m not living my own life. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that I couldn’t wait to leave when I moved away over two years ago, and now every time I come back that feeling quickly returns.
Blah… Whatever, bitches.
Actually, I think it’s your fault. Yes, you!
Here enjoy this: Someone ported mkdong to Perl. Not sure how I feel about that. Bittersweet?
Taking over the internet, one dong at a time.
We had company in town for four days and it was fun, but disruptive. That’s pretty much always the case. It’s like life goes on hold for the duration of their visit.
That’s what is weird. You’re having a good time enjoying yourself and the company of the people close to you and you don’t want it to end, but at the same time you can’t wait for them to leave. I guess it’s part of that fantasy world you live in when you’re suspending the crap that really needs to get done (like work or laundry or scooping the cat shit) so you can show them a good time and have a good time yourself.
You know because when they leave fun time is over and it’s back to reality. Just the same your friends know that when they leave they have to do the same damn thing. Not counting the long-ass flight back to wherever they came.
Something to think about.