A Tinge Better

As you might have noticed, it's been a tough couple of days as I try to readjust to my current reality and determine my next. Today was the first time in a long while that I was able to feel more like me, and for that, I most thoroughly thank Cita, who invited me out to lunch and treated me to fabulous steak and herself to fabulous shrimp.

That's the thing, isn't it? When you're fighting your own head, sometimes the only thing you need is to get out of the house for a while. Normally, as you know, I can flirt with a tree so long as it has a good sway, but leaving Seattle and the changes here have really made me - OK, let's be hones - annoying.

So remember to get good cards for your good friends for their birthdays.

I also had a conversation with someone who controls far more of my next few weeks than I ever intended to tell her. All morning, I really just wanted to tear a new hole into her. Instead, I decided to be a grown up (fucking grown-ups!) and figure this out.

We did, are on much better terms, and I managed not to say, "Bitch, don't get between me and my money." I should tell you, that's one of my many mantras. Although it generally doesn't involve the word bitch.

So things are on a more even keel, tomorrow I'm going to Atlanta to see Concrete Blonde, and after two days, imagine what I can do.