I was away this weekend and had a great time. Spoiled it by going home — where I live that is, it doesn’t feel like a home though — but there is a limit how long you can sleep on friends floor without feeling like an intruder and I reached that twice this time. Don’t think they feel the exact same thing but that’s why they’re my friends. I really need a job and move closer to people. Really really. And then I need to visit people in places such as San Francisco, New York, Brighton, and well, other places too. Lots of places. For such a small world, the fucker sure likes its distances.
Oh, I’ve also seen the new Muppet movie three times and it makes me cry. Not the amount, but the movie. It pushes buttons but in the right way.