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Watching a sunset is infinitely more depressing when it's just the sky's gradual shift from grey to black.

Ya qué más da.

Already!
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( bird&&&nhung )

I call this piece "Technology and the Modern Woman"

I am writing a paper about Honduras.
I wake up some nights thinking about it and the names of the key players in this whole military coup swim around in my head.
I woke up feeling really empty today and Mike told me it is the Celtic first day of winter.
And winter is cold.
The idea of a hangover is too metaphoric for me to handle.
One of the patients at my work has started calling me "Barry Sutherland."
I have yet to figure out who this man is, but I greatly enjoy the change of pace.

The people that we look up to and admire for their choices... is something making them be good people or is it just a natural drive? Are they doing it for someone that they love? Or themselves? Maybe they just feel justified in always doing the right thing. Maybe they feel higher than everyone else.

What incentives do corporate workers have to work harder if they get the same amount of money as everyone else? To just say that they are a hard worker? They are going to get the exact same paycheck as everyone else.

And I say "I feel broken" like it's going to explain everything.
But that's because to me, it does.

I was gonna try and write something right now but I will wait till later.

So, after realizing that thing about not taking any pictures, I actually did something about it other than complaining.







( Brews and corn mazes, stealing pumpkins, and a little bit from the tour in August. )

I realized last night that I haven't taken a single picture in the past few weeks. I think it must be related to not wanting to document a certain painful part of my life... I find this strange because a lot of other good stuff has happened.

I fear that the music I listen to now will become unlistenable later. Which would suck because I am listening to a lot of good bands right now.

I went outside while I was at work today and looked at the changing leaves. And I started crying. It was really silly. Most of the time I feel like the decisions I am making and the way I am living my life is good. And last night I felt differently.

Kelly and I got back from tour on Saturday. The whole 2 and a half weeks I kept thinking "whoa this place is awesome, I am gonna come live here, I wanna move out of Portland and come live here, etc, etc."

Then we were driving into Oregon, about two hours away from Portland, and the sky looked like fire, the layers of pine trees were various shades of greens and browns, and the mountains looked like the course soft hair of horses.

When we got in, we rode our bikes to Cook St, saw our friends and went to this movie screening. Robin got off work and I hugged her so hard and remembered what it's like to be next to my two best friends at once watching them laugh and hug.

Grocery shopping, listening to music at my house, laying by the river with Robin, staying up till four in the morning with three incredible humans. I am so lucky to live here right now. Fuck! This rules!