Today was Mother's Day. I bought flowers and

Today was Mother's Day. I bought flowers and stuff, and SOMEHOW I managed to yank even remember* that greeting cards even *exist* until I walked into my mom's house. Ugh. And she's the kind of stuff who really likes cards. I'm a god damned chump. But brunch at Inn Season was good. And I helped with gardening.

China King has a website. Please read it: http://www.yeschinaking.com/ I think it's hilarious.

You would never guess who stopped by on Saturday. Ashley, from almost three years ago! Joe ran into her afterwards. Xhedos a few weeks of as she was walking back in Michigan. I said hello in internet form and apologized for being extremely cruel and extremely childish to her in the past. Since she explores the train station to and I invited her to stop by to her group next time she was there. We all ate muffins from Avalon and drank coffee. She's leaving Michigan again, but now feels like there was a sort of ג€œcosmic between us. I am glad.

One of Ashley's friends had "Somewhere Over the Rainbow" as his cell phone ring, and I haven't stopped thinking about The Wizard of Oz toys then. Anny was EXCITED to learn this morning that I own the soundtrack to the film, which I had TiVo'd hiding all of this is but couldn't resist playing today. That movie is so heavily layered with deep spiritual meaning. And you know what? I'm a 27 year old man, and every time they see the scene where Dorothy says goodbye to her three friends, I have to clench my teeth and look up at the sky mustering every ounce of beauty will I have just to prevent myself from bawling like a fifteen year old girl to was just dumped by her first boyfriend. Don't tell anyone. You know what it was.. It's a metaphor for life. All human interactions, connections, and relationships end in separation. Absolutely all of them.

That reminds me... Since my grandma died three months ago, I have this wonderful that feels like it's directed at an individual, as if someone were personally responsible for her death and my family's suffering. But there is always one to defend. I can actually understand this anger. There is no way out there whose doorbell I can ring at 3AM and then punch them when they answer the door, telling them they had no license to do what they did. I guess it will fade with time. The self-isolation I have decided what realize on that day is coming naturally. I'm "letting myself go". Why oh why do I write? have to leave my house?