no more birkenstocks

Dang, it's been raining here crazy for days, and the sun finally came out just now. I feel bad for the other side of the country to be sure. I am however glad that you can actually tell it's sorta fall which first of all, I like, and second, I am pretty much over the idea of summer. It lasted way too long in this Damn City. Since I've been back from the OC (ala) this week, I've been too busy at work to like even notice things like days/months/years. That whole time concept passed me by this week because it felt like the longest week in the longest year ever and (fingerquote) time (/fingerquote) became meaningless. Man. It was like the good old days of acid and mushrooms. Woodstock etc. Maybe not so much.

So this weekend I am going to attempt to get my life back in order (i.e., laundry/bills) and remember what it's like to relax, whatever that means (i.e., booze, vice). Unfortunately, part of the weekend is going to be spent doing a bit of work and also helping The Agent pack. You know how much I love packing, but thankfully for my sanity, I am not the one moving. She bought a house a bit north of here which is good; we can share custody of the dogs with minimal hassle. Heh. It's all good and the fact that she's taking a bunch of stuff makes what remains more manageable for me. Remember when I was bitching about the STUFF and THINGS and how oppressive that can be? I will have less to bitch about when I eventually move, right? Right. You know, though, it will be a bit of an adjustment, the whole official dissolution of a relationship. Dividing up stuff. It's been friendly and amicable and was primarily my idea, but this part of it, the impending finality of not living together, is kinda hitting me. It's not bad or good, it's just an adjustment. It's life. It's how this whole thing works sometimes.

So tonight I will be going with a friend of mine to a halloween party. What's scarier than a halloween party? A lesbian halloween party! The saving grace (maybe?) is that there was no mention of "potluck" and/or "bobbing for birkenstocks". You know how much I love halloween so I need not tell you how that I'm already planning on where I will be when that trick or treating thing happens. Answer: Not here.

That's it from The Crab. The more things change, the more they stay the same and that is all I have to say about that. Goodbye!