j0bber

Sometimes I think I have my shit together, and a pretty good idea of what's going on, and where it's going, and, far from perfect, life is actually OK, and makes me happy. And then a bunch of things happen in fast succession that leave me all disoriented and questioning those other basic assumptions. It's like I'm trying to cross a 4-lane highway at rush hour, and I'm halfway across, but then I realize that there are all these cars rushing past me at homicidal speeds. Well, that's what this weekend's like. A little disappointing. A little sad. And hopeful. I can see the other side.