It’s very beautiful outside. Low humidity. Cool breeze. Full moon. The kind of night you want to go and sit outside and drink with your friends. My favorite kind of weather. Made me feel a little sad though. I went to Williamstown tonight to see My Summer of Love. Every time I go to Williamstown I feel a little…homesick. I miss my college friends. Drinking or smoking out at Blithewood. I miss that. I miss having a friend so close to me that I could visit them anytime. I don’t really have that up here.

What sucks about living up here is the whole double-edged sword of the thing. It’s wonderful up here. I go to work in some of the most beautiful country I’ve ever seen. But the reason it is so beautiful is that there are no people there to destroy it. No friends close by. Hell, no girls close by. That’s what’s really killing me. I’m pretty sure I’m just lonely. Lonely for a best friend next door. Lonely for a girlfriend just in the next room. I miss it all. Maybe I do need to move.

Where to go, what to do? That’s a good question. I don’t know. And honestly I’ve got no real plans of moving soon. I like where I am. I like my job and the people I work with. Just need something else…

Williamstown just has this surreal effect on me. I love it there and hate it there at the same time. Rips my mind all up. It’s weird.

I’ve contemplated going to an art gallery to meet girls. Is it just me or is that just really, odd?

Very weird. My computer recovered the post. There was more, but this is most of it. Weird. Thank you lord.

Anyway, what I posted next had something to do with work and how I’m now working overtime the next two weeks, much like last year, but different because this time it is only two weeks since Dave (remember Dave?) is coming back to work for us again August 1st. I like Dave. He’s the one person (I was going to write “that has left since I started there that I’d love to see back” but that’s not true. Let’s amend that to say, “before Emmy left.” There. That’s better.) He’s a cool guy. Was probably my first friend when I started at Bose. And he’s coming back. They always come back.

I’m tired of this. Stupid computer got me all worked up. I would have posted more beautiful thoughts for you but after yelling at my computer for driving me crazy I’ve lost all ambition. I don’t have to go into work until late tomorrow, but I still have to get up early, as it was the only time I could schedule a haircut. Bastards. Until next time. Hopefully it won’t be long away.