High Fidelity
A complex day ending on simple feelings.
Anxiety about a wrestling show and pulling together a last minute roadtrip.
Null contact with supervisors.
Spurious revelations about just how small my bubble can really be. A scope of just how much I made it to the public eye.
Excitement that no matter what happens, I'll go out of my way to have a drink at that bar again. A place that risks becoming synonymous with breakups...
So many reflections on just how weird my week has been.
A simple talk, a simple bath, a simple dinner, a simple SIMPLE realization... Nothing ever quite matches the feeling I get listening to Elvis Costello.