Friday, September 8, 2006
Going to California with an aching in my heart
One time, I smashed his arm in the door attempting to put motion to the word of the Temper Tantrum Turtle song on the Sweet Pickles album.
I don't know why this of all memories has been on me today.
But it is...
My brother will be leaving at 6am for a new life in San Francisco.
We had dinner tonight, and went to Tom's Corn Maze in Germantown.
I don't know what bothers me more: the fact that I don't know when I will see him again or that everyone seems to get out of here but me.
I think I'd feel worse if I wasn't sure that he will find better things there than he has found here.
It's been a week, eh?
Turns out there is just enough chianti left to put me to sleep, so that's my plan.
at 10:33 PM