Pneity

I've noticed from reading back some older blog entries on here that I really don't remember a lot of things that I wrote about. Someday this entry will be just the same. What a weird feeling, forgetting my own history. The last decade or so, I've relied on photos taken with my phone to keep a chronology of my life. Many of those pictures don't have context so it doesn't help. I just don't remember some things that felt important at the time.

Similarly, I want to remember the small things that keep me happy just as much. I want to remember the party I went to with my friends Matt, Courtney, and Ron. A friend of theirs, Alex, whom I had only met once weeks ago had a birthday party. I went to it. Everyone was chill as hell. We talked about music and experiences. Even some light politics which was refreshing only because I never find myself surrounded by people who think like I do, but here we all came to similar conclusions.

And the buffalo dip was absolute fire. I enjoyed some delicious rye whiskey washed down with glasses of homemade strawberry wine. I drove Matt and Courtney home in the van which was fun until I took a turn too sharp and threw Matt's phone out of his sleepy hands. I missed the turn to his house. That thing isn't an elegant vehicle at all.

I always get wistful in the late summer. Around August when the evenings start to cool off. It hasn't been consistent this year but I've had a couple nights that just got me in that spirit. In the past, it's allowed me some creative flow. Not this year. This year, it just has me mad. I'm so mad that the next month or two is going to be so, so pretty. Then it's all going to be taken away from me. I hate late fall so much. Halloween to December is misery. December to April is worse. Seasonal depression is going to return soon and this summer has been a bit of a bust.

I need to buy parts for my Toyota and get it repaired so I can sell it. I'm getting to the desperate times on it! I am procrastinating the easy stuff and it's taking its toll on my spirit. Once the Toyota is gone, I start job searching for something in Japan. If that takes a week, it takes a week. If it takes a few months, I guess I've gotta deal with that. Keep your eyes here for updates on that one, I guess.

I work night shifts, ten hour shifts for four days of the week. I've worked a consistent schedule for the first time in my life since early last year. My first time changing that is this week. I traded my days. Traded first half of the week for back half of the week, at request of a coworker. So today marks the end of a seven day weekend. It's been really nice and I've used the time to go eat in Pittsburgh at several of my favorite restaurants. But then... late tonight will be my first night back. The first night of eight in a row. No rest or breaks. 80 hours of work in eight days. Someone please help me.