Wow, this used to be an awesome fucking blog. There is no excuse for what has happened since then. In a way I was dead and now I am alive again, but didn't realize I was dead at the time. Like a zombie maybe, or I guess more like Bruce Willis in The Sixth Sense. My drive out here to Colorado was like Haley Joel Osment being like "you're dead, yo," but unlike Bruce Willis I had the option to revive. So I did.
I'm feeling good now. Real good. As usual, nothing about my life seems to be following a "plan" that "makes sense", but I get more and more comfortable with that idea as time goes on. As of right now, this second, at 10:55 am on Februrary 24th 2014, I am totally content. I want for nothing. I guess I should want a boyfriend to complete me or something too, so maybe I'll look for that soon. I've realized though, that people seek out significant others so that they dont have to do stuff by themselves and can bone on a regular basis, and since I like doing stuff by myself and have felt sort of sexually fallow for the past few months, I'm probably good for a while. Also I'm getting kind of hungry and will need to eat soon. So yeah, besides THAT i want for nothing.
I'm at the library in what appears to be the World War II section, and am captivated by the following titles:
The Last Train From Hiroshima
Stalin's Folly
D-Day by Steven Ambrose (I just know it's probably good)
Nazi Germany and the Jews 1939-1945, The Years of Extermination
and finally
In The Garden of Beasts (a fat black book with a swastika between the title and the author's name)
Oh and I just noticed My Queer War which is sandwiched between two titles on Nagasaki, so obviously I need to check and see what that's about.
Is it weird that since I arrived in Telluride, I have spent more time in this library than in any public library over the past 20 years combined? It's sad really--I wasn't raised that way. When I was 4 and 5 years old my great aunt Mary took me to the downtown public library every weekend, where I would browse in the children's section for hours, as if it were my first time down there. When the new (it will always be new to me) TR public library opened I was there at least three times a week, doing god knows what for hours on end. Now look at me. I don't remember at ALL how the dewey decimal system works. I don't recognize a single title in the surrounding stacks. I need Mrs. Armstrong, my elementary school librarian, to come here and re-teach me all of these lapsed skills.
