New school year...

...new toy.

(testing phase)

When you are researching stage combat swords,

which leads you to looking up the term "peacebonded",


and that somehow leads you directly to images of Venture Brothers cosplay:


Molotov Cocktease.


Pages and pages of Molotov Cocktease.

bureaucracy

sucks.

Gifted

Southern Children:

say "sir" or "ma'am" in

           
           a way...


that makes you glad to hear it.


Or is it just that they mean it?



Hm.

Ogeisa

by Topokat.

Conclusion.

Last night (this morning...a few hours ago), I went to sleep somewhat worried about lack of sleep before a big drive.

Today I leave New York City. I have been here 12 years.

Most of the content on this blog either happened here or while here.

It has been a long time.

a LOOOOOOOOOOOOOng time. 

I have often felt wasteful here.

I have met some people that care deeply about me here. 

I will miss them.

I have stopped dreaming, mostly. When I did dream, I'd been having anxious dreams for a while now. I guess you could say "bad".

Just now I didn't. I'm not sure what the dream was about. Something about being up in front of people and someone singing. It was me and someone else. I do remember, at the end, we were up front with the person singing. She put the mic in front of me and I sang the end of the song with her. 

A good dream. Pleasant dream.

I got up ready to move. 

I'm ready to move.

I guess it's a good day to say goodbye.

Goodbye, NYC.