The urge to blog has come and gone on multiple occasions, leaving the last post to be made over a month old. I've been writing, of a sort, but I have not, of this sort, been doing it here.
I made the bus trip to Seattle yesterday evening, Friday the 13th, after a long long work week. It seemed to me that I have neither a night life nor the mental and social muscles to set one about except through a few failures, then being the first. Mood, mind, and meandering did not mix to create any sort of fun only depressing reflection of self-repression.
At any rate I made it to Contour before 8, but for the day they had extended Happy Hour to 9 so it didn't matter. I ate and drank, no alcohol due to a determined drying out after last Saturday's Black Raven Brewery anniversary; thus perhaps any of this could be blamed on withdrawal. I mostly enjoyed the simple atmosphere of people. I left an hour before any DJ would be on and wandered down to the harbor where I watched the sun go down.
And then I left and went to bed.