Friday June 13, 1997 -- Friday the 13th is bad |
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Note: This journal entry, and Saturday's were actually uploaded on Sunday. I plead company, and leave it at that.
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I did such a tribute to a day, yesterday, and I didn't even realize that Today was going to be Friday the 13th. I like Friday the 13th's. I can't really explain why. They aren't particularly good days, or particularly bad days. Usually they are cusp days for me. Days when things change in some basic fashion. Change isn't always good or always bad, usually it's a mixture of both. But I like the process of change, especially that cusp moment. It's a moment, often, when we have options...and can choose from many destinies. When I was 'asked to resign' from my Job in Greensboro, I had so many choices, return to school, start my own business; leave greensboro, or stay. I had few commitments: a lease I basically broke, and yet didn't break; a car loan; some random bills. Nothing was forcing me to do anything except work. It was a confusing but powerful time for me, and I thought about it for along time. My decision to leave, hurt Heather, because she had to contend with the lease for the first time; because until that summer she had thought we were going to get married soon, even though I did not think that; because she depended on me much more than I on her. It freed me though to try and do new things without worring about shelter and food. It was the right decision for that moment. I can't imagine doing anything differnt. This Friday the 13th wasn't really a cusp day for me. I had, and still have, cleaning to do to get ready for my parents, LadyDawn is sick, and hasn't gotten back on, the 'net was funky-bad all day. I'm still dealing with the fact I've got to fly out to St.Louis next week, and that I'm not really ready. Although, I did get quite a bit of work done today. James asked me to come over tonight and game, and I really wish I could have. If he'd told me a week earlier, I could have made it, but I put everything off until tonight, and now I have to clean. I'm not sure what to expect from my parents this weekend, and I'm a bit apprehensive about the whole thing. They've never really visited me. Although they've been to all of my apartments, they never stayed. They one time they spent time in my apartment, I didn't know they were coming, and so, wasn't allowed to fret. Well, tomorrow will tell, and then I'll tell you. See you then. |
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