Austin's Lesbo BBQ

I spend a lot of time worrying about shit that probably doesn't matter....and, actually, I wouldn't necessarily call it "worrying"...this somehow implies a seizure of mental will...Is it more fretting then? Maybe. That's stupid. Those words are synonymous.

Contemplating. Sure...that'll work.

There's one thing for sure that I know about myself: I am an escapist. In fact, I'm quite sure I'm not alone in this...I don't think there's a human being alive that isn't. Even shrouding oneself in contemplation is escaping being in reality....even if you're walking, talking and doing.

I try not to constantly dwell on thoughts like this...but, I guess it's just that reality has been smacking me in the face lately. I'm moving...no, really...it's happening for real this weekend. My kitties are being dispersed amongst friends and family....I have financial goals that need to be accomplished one way or another...at least within 9 months.

I'm really going to miss my house and da' hood. I'm sure I'll find my space wherever I end up...but, it's still the reality of moving on.

Nine months. That's how long before I supposedly leave for Africa...so, between now and then, there are a number of realities that I'm going to have to face...and, about all I can hope for is that things work out smoothly and that I'm able to have some fun as well...which is just even silly to wish for...if there's ANYTHING I always make sure is covered, it's my fun-base.

It also gives me just the right amount of time to have a baby! Any takers...*cough* Tiny Robot? Now I just need to find a sire...