On this fine evening I have quite a knot in my stomach, over all sorts of things many fears and being lost in the fray. I have laundry to do and sleep I should be getting. The move continues to be pending, and work is happening and despite some sweatting it, I'm listening to love lines as always, the folks that i love they have been with me for years soothing a mess of time. I started listening to Adam and Drew when I was a freshman in college, at the time I didn't have a TV so they kept me feeling sane and connected. It has been almost eight years and I feel strange saying that they are my constant, but they remain and they maintain. My time in California, and Detroit, and now back in SLC in a pointless mess of faux suffering for everyone else. I know that I am sounds dire and tweeked out at the moment, what can I say I feeling shitty it happens, but who said I can't lament some of the time. It's hot and that is unpleasent, I want to crank up the air and to bask in the soft cool flow of the centeral air, but I have the grinding of fans everywhere only making irritating whiite noise and moving around the hot air. I think about lying in bed and sweating through the night not quite sleeping, the dust everywhere and the fact that my sense of smeel persists to be gone, that is part of the knot all the owrry about stuff I know I need to take care of, but I haven't been and so they sit longer and longer. My back itches and I scared of the chaos, that just keeps getting closer and closer I dream about have someone i can confide in YARF, anyway I am going to bed I think, I be back, blah blah blah.