Long Pauses

Gaps in between posts, I should have long come to realize, either signify exceptionally good or exceptionally bad periods in my life. I suppose this one is exceptionally good. Exceptionally neutral, which in fact is exceptionally good.

So, briefly: I'm smiling; My mind isn't racing; The fall semester is upon us; I've just lived through some of the most impressive amounts of drinking I had yet to experience; I'm reading a lot; I have a second job; I've weeded through some friends; made some wise evaluations, and now while I might not have fully come to understand some things, I have come to terms with most of them.

"I said to her what Ed said to me, which was why do we make it all seem like a crisis, over and over again? Why do we worry it all to death, like dogs with socks or chew-toys? 'Look at it this way,' he said to me. 'In a hundred years? -All new people.'"