-How things are at 1:37 pm on a Thursday-

Went to Ruma's for Indian food on Sunday. Her apartment is a little piece of India right in Hawthorne, NJ. I'm going to learn how to make some dishes after Ruma shows me the place in NY where she does her shopping.
People still ask me How was your trip? I've become very comfortable with my answer "Amazing" accompanied with a smile and bobble of the head. It's all I am willing to give to those who are only willing to give three seconds.
I'm always hoping s/he/whoever will want to go out, sit down, and really talk about it. I keep so much of it to myself.
People most comfortable to be around... those who have gone.

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I haven't seen any good movies lately, I'm reading a great book, and I took tons of back issues of the Gay and Lesbian Review from the WC. So, I have my periodicals covered.
I've been avoiding writing and it's no coincidence that I have to leave in less than ten minutes for work.

There is too much to sort out or Feel. I'm pretty sick/scared/tired of Feeling which must be why I've been working so much, running more, eating better... I'm trying to go in the opposite direction my usual coping methods lead me. Outlets. Outlets are important.
The new bunch of people that are working at Petco are great. I miss Charlie a lot, though, and wish there was an address where I could reach him, but everyone is sure he's overseas now.
Most of the managers and a handful of the employees that were there when I started are still there, but no one who made me feel uncomfortable or angry.

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I woke up on my back, staring at a pink and purple sky around 7 a.m. Twenty feet away from me, the clif ended. If you stood at the very edge you would see gushing water, wide chasms made of rock, boulder mountains.. all painted shiny black and clear azure in Hampi during sunrise.