There are many things to say right now.

How many of these things are truly valid or how many truly hold water is purely subjective.

I guess I will ramble and drop these thoughts in the order I’m comfortable with, which if you are following or a remotely regular reader – the content to towards the end tends to be what I wish I could say, yet, can only sputter out in some fucking riddle.

My bed comes today. This is great; I’ll get to sleep in the first bed I’ve ever bought tonight.

I’ll make sure I sleep toward the side of things to leave room for the ghosts that promise to keep me warm.

The utilities need to be all switched over or something responsible – which I will do right before I go to the store to find a shower rod to hang my curtain.

Eventually, I’ll need a washer and dryer.

Eventually, I’ll need to buy food.

My cell phone is dead. Completely gone. I am torn with getting a new one, who really really in their fucking heart of hearts really cares? Who needs to know that if they call at 3AM, I’d answer?

The only ones I can think of are the characters I’ve spent years making up. Since everything is fiction, I’ll pretend it is a really nice phone too.

Thankfully my friends made the move go as well as it could have been.

Unfortunately, it feels like I snagged myself on a nail on the way out and I’ve been slowly bleeding out.

The kids ask with smiles, how do you get through the night? I laugh inwardly and pretend Marla Singer will show up one day but until then, all the wine, is all for me.

“You have to hold on, hold on to these kite strings, until they pop. I can’t say I’m doing the best I can, only that sometimes I get lucky and I forget to not smile. Just make sure you’re prepared for when the trees eat me when your grip falters.”

Stay in and not say anything to anyone.
Stay in and pretend you don’t exist.

Will things be better after November? It’s the entire journey anyways not the destination. At least that’s how I like to roll.

“I won’t fuck us over, I’m Mr. November. “
-Mr. November, The National