It was one of those weekends that will go down in memory as one of a kind, that one you look back on in many great stories. Years will go by and I'll speak of the weekend in June where we did so much. And so I am presently frustrated that instead of looking back with colorful imagery and fanciful descriptions, I am instead more preoccupied with some indefinable, inconsolable amount of stress.I feel as if I want to just fall back somewhere and be caught. I would never say this out loud. (But I'll put it online.) Maybe it's just lack of quality sleep that's talking. Maybe this Forensic Files marathon is really becoming a downer. Maybe all the driving around Southern California today has turned me officially batty. And it's just all this that leads me to imagine myself like the burnt end of a candle.
I had a lot of great conversations this weekend, things laughed at secretly and openly. I had a few introspective exchanges that I desperately hope do not turn me into a cynic. There are people I miss and people I do not wish to see, along with the understanding that this week, I cannot see the people I miss and will have to see the people I do not wish to see.
I think tomorrow, I will do justice to the past two days and properly blog it. When you check back, you will be pleased because I'll definitely give it a glittering review. But right now? I guess I just need some rest.
One thing I know for sure: this week, things will change.
posted by Lucy Sloan @ 12:44 AM
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