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I've been back a week now. I can't help but count the days that pass, if not to just simply remind me that I was across the world those days ago. It's surprisingly easy to forget. If there is anything that is a reminder, its the lull and down-feeling I have adopted upon return. It has been an uphill battle regaining a sense of time and structure. My work schedule is sporadic, and Georgia allergies have my up late into the night... I can't help but feel helpless, as if the "what next?" question begs at every turn and all I can do is shrug. A sense of impermanence, transition, and limbo permeate my thoughts.

I cant concentrate on anything, so I find myself wasting time in the pages of the Internets. I have found larger clumps of my time spent leafing through old threads on coffeed.com, or browsing through blogs of baristas I've never met but maybe someday will, reading about japanese cooking on justhungry.com, and repeating Jose Gonzalez videos on youtube on an open browser page as I have yet to bring myself to purchase his records.


By the way, my cat watches TV and eats Japanese candy and sometimes plays the keys:


I dont know where I'm going with this. I guess I just felt a little obligated to not drop off the face of the Internet.

I'm working on new aprons. Inquire if you so desire.