I’m in bed at 830pm on a Sunday.

It’s possible this will be one of the very final weeks living here. As always, I have imagined Willie might be happy as he gets to hack to the solitary single man as he was before I arrived. He’s changed.…

It’s possible this will be one of the very final weeks living here. As always, I have imagined Willie might be happy as he gets to hack to the solitary single man as he was before I arrived.

He’s changed. I’ve changed. I’ve aged too.

I’m too high and tired to write the blog I wanted to anyway. It’s 7:30 p.m. and I have to decide whether I think I can fall asleep before 3:00 a.m. or whether I’m up all night anyway, why not do more?

I made that meme.

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I know I was remembering new crazy/genius thoughts that I was having on the bus and subway rides at 5:00 a.m. I had not had a working phone for several hours and I felt concerned that I wouldn’t be able to write down some of these great ideas before I forgot

But of course I forgot and even now forgotten most

I love interacting with new and familiar people because each encounter is the possibility for a new thing to learn, or correct. Each housemate in my life story advanced and enhanced my understanding of my universe.

If something makes sense and I understand it, I don’t need to memorize it. If I ever needed in the future it will make sense and I will understand it in any timeline

End of part 1