Supposedly there's going to be a blizzard sometime tomorrow afternoon according to my wife and in-laws.
I don't know how to deal with Spot right now. Sometimes she eats, other times she jumps into our new bed yet she's listless and a lump. For those of you who think me as hard and cold, I am constantly berating myself for being afraid of Spot because I'm immature and selfish.
Currently avoiding all vocalizations because I have an awful sore throat, the tea hasn't been unpacked and unless someone rides my ass I'm not going to take care of myself because I don't know how and I really don't care.
Thursday night alone at The Enclave has been an awkward affair. No real emotions, no real feelings of ambition or drive, instead I am content to sit in a room staring at the computer listening to two new albums (Sea Change and Unknown Pleasures) and thinking how they aren't that good in comparison to Neutral Milk Hotel's In the Aeroplane over the Sea.
I miss Lee in my own special way.
The Enclave? Yeah, I live in an enclave which is off the main drag that gets choked full of out-of-towners in the summertime going to a local shore town. Life is quiet here. Sometimes I imagine that I can smell the sea. Lee says she can smell it.
