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it’s two in the morning, on a saturday night, apparently. i know because i’ve got a watch now.

the days have all strung together lately. heather & i have been at camp. the basic-ness of it is refreshing – i come home from working in the library (where, since the time is so limited, i find myself more productive), and start a small fire, cook something, maybe, or just sit, until the sun goes down, and it’s time for bed.

we both got crew jobs on that schooner. i’ll be learning how to sail, it seems. i’m nervous, but looking forward to it. though mostly, i’m doing my best to focus entirely on the present, and not thinking about what i am at all. the other people all seem nice, and i am thankfully not alone in my lack of experience. i guess it means i’ll probably be spending a lot of time down there, in watkins glen. i was worried about it at first, but i’m going with the flow, and now refusing to think too much in one way or the other.

and while i’ve got to be back by 11am tomorrow, to go over… i can’t remember what… i promised i’d come home tonight for my old friend’s birthday. at this point in my life, old friend means a friend from a long time ago, whether we were close then or not. and i ran into a few of those, at her party-at-the-pub-that-everyone-goes-to. kids from highschool, some i didn’t mind seeing and some i did. that’s the risk you take going out in syracuse, now. but i feel like i should be collecting whatever friends i can, be they my type, or not.

and coming home tonight, i got a tinge of nostalgia. about california, about colin & tuna & joe, and the weird things i tried in that all-new-socal-culture back then. it’s probably not healthy to think about it too much, but we had some great times.