Psh.

In the end, I'm settling with the apartments I managed to find because they're convenient, because they're ok, and in a good location, but mostly because I hate looking for somewhere to live and the price is right. Maybe I'm lazy, you know, or maybe I just don't give a shit. One guess is as good as another. 

On the way back, I got turned around because traffic was awful. Ironically, I couldn't turn the fuck around, so there you have it. I came home in a shitty mood without anyone really about, so now I'm venting here. I hope you don't mind terribly.

I've felt weird lately because the stranger my dreams become, the more disconnected I feel to reality. If you want to know, they really do have that strong an effect on me. In any case, links to friends tell me strange news from St. Louis and elsewhere, a mix of pleasant and tragic that has me wringing my hands when I'm not paying attention. Spring can come, I've had enough of endings this year already.

I don't really want to be in a cross mood, but I am.