The wife and I had a great weekend. Little anticlimactic at the end but through no faults of our own. Something that has been building for over seven years, gasp, came and went like a fart in the wind.
I guess I'm mostly disappointed in my own apathy. I feel like I'm that asshole that sees creation being made from me. The Lord Almighty plucking the threads out of chaos and weaving together a masterwork of breath, flesh, and heart.
I'd be that guy in the back going, "pfftt, crappy cgi."
I've been estranged from particular family members for most of my twenties. I finally ate crow and went to dinner went them all...at one time.
My comments leaving, "meh..."
That's it.
I don't feel as if this burden has left my shoulders. I'm Atlas, bent backed without a globe.
So, good weekend over all, except it turns out I'm an emotionless robot.
In other news, got my ass a new book:

Laterdayswilliemays,
B
In Pittsburgh, Sam has another dream. One of flying through the ages.
1 comment:
Looks like a good book! Zombies sure are popular lately...
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