I decided some time ago that the way I wanted to go would be through CO, but I also decided that I wouldn’t do that in our garage, because I didn’t want to traumatize my family or anything. I was hoping I’d have some easier access to Xanax since I read that too much of it labors breathing, which was kind of what I want going for, but oh well.
Anyway, I changed my mind. In a perfect mood in a perfect storm at a perfect time I’ll be gone in two and half weeks, but knowing me I probably won’t even go through with it.
at least now I have incentive.
Its funny, because I really did want to see how the next several crazy years would play out. We just got this crazy new president and it seems like the world’s on the brink of falling apart just because of that alone, not to mention all of the other global goings on of the last two years or so. I was getting really interested in journalism, and in doing journalism right. If my music didn’t kick off right away I would have loved to join the journalists and help bring some integrity back to the profession.
Oh, god. The music.
I can say confidently that it’s the only thing I’ve ever really loved. I feel terrible leaving that behind.
It was going to happen anyway. I’ve known that for years. Better now when I have the chance than later when I don’t.
Oh, and happy Sunday.
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Two weeks is a lot of time for things to change :/
Yeah, it is. It’s just the way things worked out this time. By then something dramatic will have happened, whether or not I finally go through with it.