I had a wonderful weekend at my sweetie's cottage. I didn't want to leave. It's so beautiful up there. But I was forced to come home to our new house which is situated not in a lovely forest by a sparkling lake, but in a giant pile of mud, dust, partially built homes, construction workers, and loud, loud machines.

I live in a wasteland.

I'm sick of the way I write in this diary. I miss my old writing style, which had less to do with day-to-day stuff, and more to do with observations and neuroses. But then, I wouldn't take back my old life to get that style back, no fucking way.

Maybe I need to take a little diary break ... I'm damn busy lately anyway. Yeah, I know, I know, that wouldn't be much different than the rate I've been updating, would it? Well, I need to get things organized in the new house, and figure out how to sign up for the courses I want, and spend the remainder of my time with my love, my best friend, and my other favourite person. And a few other friends I'm supposed to see within the next little while.

I don't know.

I'll keep you posted.

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