Weekend, weekend, weekend!

I'm just digging myself a deeper hole, aren't I?

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I suppose this photo pretty much sums up the weekend.

Alcohol, food, a Husker victory, kicks to the balls, girls, parties, family, embarrassment, mold, rain and on and on... all part the Wednesday through Sunday mayhem otherwise known as the Thanksgiving holiday.

Perhaps I should have something profound to write, considering there were more than a few moments when I caught my breath thinking back in time.

Such an exercise in masochism for me, and such an exercise in vouyerism for you!

So I was using my old cellphone to help translate some stuff into Japanese and I just absent-mindedly began stumbling through the old photos lodged in it's memory bank, and I just came across so much stuff that had been forgotten, so many things I had given to the past. Photos that hadn't seen my eyes for quite a while.

But I guess I'm growing up, because even after seeing those tear-jerkers, and even after reading the final text messages transmitted to me from friends in Japan--and America alike--I managed not only to cast aside a lot of feelings, but to smile.

I had the most vivid memory of your bedroom the other day. I was on a date... and then all of a sudden there I was sinking down, down, down; and there you were, and there were the four walls and the door and all the things that make a room.

So if I say I'm forgetting you it probably means I'm not, right? I guess it's best to say nothing at all.

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The future is a frightening place, but I'm pretty excited to go there alone, though sometimes I wonder if I'm not making the wrong decision.

My house has been cold the past few days.

Sometimes I wonder what I'm even interested in.