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I'm back in the city for a paltry 48 hours. Needed to get the hell out of that house, unfortunately have to work on Saturday. Ah well, called C, left message, hoping for a drink or 3. Called Barry and he's up for it. Drew's in Kansas, and I haven't been able to find Vince yet. Ah well.

Did get alot accomplished today though. Hunted for work, saw a couple of apartments, hunted others...
Now I hunger, and am craving intelligent conversation. Barring that, having a drink with my peoples is definite must! LOL!!!

Away from the house, I'm allowing myself a lil deflating grieving. I don't like it. I like being angry, in control, master of my fate. I hate the fact that there are SO many unanswered questions, that can be answered simply by, She's a lying, controlling, manipulative lil bitch! That should be good enough for me. But it isn't. And I have to deal with that. Relationships aren't supposed to be this complicated. You're supposed to fall in love, and life everafter and such. I guess not. And each blow, slowly whittles away at my romantic side. What's the point of falling in love if it hurts so damn much. Ah well, I'm alright, just angry. Anger's an emotion I can deal with. Just need to focus on surviving the next 5 weeks (1 down) with dignity and grace. Otherwise, the entire household is going to be sorry they ever met me.

Other than that, I'm having a great time here. I walked the streets at 2am last nite, for no other reason than to be out in the night, in the city's embrace. The thoughts in my head quieted, and I was at peace for awhile.

I can't wait to move back home.