So it’s Christmas eve. And life… is good? I guess it goes like Carter put it: it’s odd to be back in Cheyenne. Cheyenne truely is timeless, which is to say unchanging, stagnant, dead. And I feel myself sliding back into “Cheyenne life.” So it’s Chistmas eve, and I still have shopping to do. It’s warmer outside today; it was well below zero last night. Last night? Crazy times. Hell, good times.
The point of this is for me to try to post something upbeat and happy. Somehow I seem to be failing. So let me just say sucks to all this superflous blather and say:
1. I miss some of the people from Bozeman.
2. Until I have a permanent address, Cheyenne will always be “home.”
3. My abs hurt.
4. I’m eternally confused and conflicted.
5. I’m having a good time.
6. I’m… unable to bring myself to type “I’m happy.” Instead: I’m happier now than I’ve been for a long time. I feel like I say that a lot, almost as though I’m trying to convince myself.
7. I have shopping left to do.
8. I want orange juice.
9. I feel like I should round this out with ten things.
10. (your emotion here)