I Ain’t Got Many Friends Left To Talk To

That’s bullshit, thankfully. I’ve got a lot of friends, some ancient and some very recent. Some that warrant a simple nod from across the room at a party, some for whom I’d take a bullet (assuming that they didn’t fire it at me).

I even bought meat yesterday because a friend asked me to. That goes against my training as a vegan and a cheapskate.

Sometimes, though, I do feel like I shortchange my friends. I disappear, I don’t return calls, I get secretive and shady and retreat back into my own little Seth-World. And then I come back and act like nothing happened. I don’t communicate very well, except in blog-form, which is perhaps better than nothing.

On that note, I will go ahead and use my blogging skills to let you all know that I’m doing fine. The job is good, the apartment is still a wreck, and I’ve done 0% of what I planned to get done on my thesis this week, but it’s cool. And it wouldn’t be cool if it were it not for my friends and family. So, thanks.

I don’t have a whole lot to say beside that, which is a different experience for me. So, I’m just gonna shut up, and end the week on a positive note.

We’ll see how long Donny Downer can keep that up.

[Edit 1245: I am currently cataloging a video called "A Child's Grief," which features a ringing endorsement from Bob Baugher, Ph.D. His job title? Death Educator. I'll bet his life makes my world seem like a Puppy Christmas Party.]