So it's bohemain forgiveness tonight. After my recent spate of emoting in a senseless and spurting fashion -- a whole day lost until I figred out that hard bike riding up steep hills heals you -- I feel kindly and purged. It's probably going to take a spell before I'm set, but this is progress. I feel meta-ready to be a good guy again.

The time and space I live in conspire against me, isolating me from that which I desire. But every little thing is going to be allright. It's a sad song still playing in the background, credits rolling, but I'm learning to let that go. Life is holy and every moment precious; wollowing about in emotional pigshit has little virtue. There's a time to let one's self go, and there's a time to check in and see if you've had enough free range melancholy. Yes, it's time to bring it all back home.

So I'm on the rebound now. For really. If you want to get in on the action, let someone know. We'll set it up.