weight of it all

let's see...

this could be the part where i discuss the letter i just received from the best friend concerning "the incident on the lawn"
(that sounds so very lifetime original movie).

or i could whine and feel sorry myself because my work day was insanely busy. it was non-stop from the moment i walked in the door until the last 45 minutes of the day, when i pissed around. i so deserved that lil' break.

i could discuss how much miscommunication sucks. and try to explain myself so i seem less crazy. or just suck it up and move on. after talking with two people the lingering confusion has been cleared up. so i guess that's what's important.

but the only thing that really matters to me right this very moment is the other piece of mail that i'm holding in my hand. two tickets to see my lover matt nathanson in boston! i could return home happy after that, and that will only be my second day there. oh wait, there might be another dood that will be reason enough to stick around a little longer. hmmm, well maybe...