02.05.10

4:49 p.m.

my mother wrote me an email today, wishing me a happy anniversary.

for the last couple of weeks i have been telling people, off and on, that this up-coming sunday (which is the twelfth of may), was my one-year san-francisco-living anniversary. but i guess i was wrong, apparently it's today. honestly, i've always been bad with dates.

but tomorrow it all happens. tomorrow, i move.

tomorrow (which is the eleventh of may) my friends and i will be moving all of my belongings to my new little studio apartment in the lower haight. the truck is rented, the majority of the things that i own are in boxes. everything is sitting in the garage, awaiting the ryder. everything is sitting in damp concrete limbo.

i finished my demo the other day, finally. finally i've captured something on cd that is good and flows beautifully. something that i honestly feel represents just how good i am (and that's pretty darn good, if i do say so). now i finally have something i can promote myself with and use to get some gigs, maybe.

the way that all of this has lined up is uncanny, don't you think? at least to me it is. quite uncanny. but, i have always been one to read into things, so who knows. also, the guy at free will astrology has been telling me for weeks now that god is in love with me and that, these days, i'm able to do just about anything. that's got to count for something, right?

i don't know. to me it all seems like a clear and cut page break. the end of an episode. the beginning of chapter seven of my tell-all autobiography, maybe.

maybe. but my tell-all autobiography isn't exactly all that tell-all if i'm not telling anything, huh? if i'm not writing for days and days. yeah. i don't know, i've been busy lately and not so much in the mood.

yeah so, sorry about that. my lack of presence and all that.

but still, wish me luck.