When I let myself be blind to logic and continuity, I really enjoy LOST. But when the show is over, the little things drive me crazy.

( early season 5 stuff )

I'm feeling very good about the new year. Not in any excitable way, but chill and confident. Well. Chill, at the very least.

The Moment was spent curled up on the bed with Reagan, a plate of special cheeses between us and glasses of Strongbow in hand. We were watching a live feed of Time Square. When the countdown was in the 40 second range I commented on how anticlimactic the new year was going to be for us. I didn't mind much, some of late 2009 was spent discovering that I'm a person comfortable with anticlimax.

We watched the giant screen in New York via my small screen balanced on my knees as the east coast reached single digits. We didn't count along, but let the crowds call out "six, five, four" for us. Then the connection slowed, leaving us with a frozen picture that didn't pick up again until the confetti was falling.

Yes, my New Year was defined by lag. We laughed, kissed, then toasted with our hard cider.

Happy Decades. A cheer for surviving the old one, and a fierce wish for the one to come. Let's all make the most of our new tomorrows.

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I had a big thing typed up angsting over the class I was attending in Encinitas.

But (that was resolved, and) I got The News (TM) late this morning that Reagan's been stationed at Quantico, not Camp Pendleton. And he's not coming home first. :<

So... I may be leaving to begin the moving process... this weekend. I'm at my brother's place, but feel like I should be home packing. ._.

Today at the park I...
... rode a bike
... shot two rolls of film on an ancient camera
... took photos (digital) of a raptor
... met some new people
... spent some time on the phone with Reagan
... ate an ice cream sandwich... from an ice cream truck!
... drew in my sketchbook while four other people drew in theirs
... made use of props made for a photo shoot.
... took another (good and healthy) step away from my past.
... was inspired and energized by fantastic company, old and new.

Can you believe that was only the second half of my day?

AND HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO stahlhelm!!! He's 1/4 of a century old! Keep going, man!

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