Ambiguous Musing

I'm back "home." Or, my second home.

Do you ever feel really bitter for no apparent reason? Or maybe you have a reason, but you're sure as hell not going to say it out loud. You know, sometimes it's better to let go. It's this kind of deep exhale, your face gets a little warm and your eyes close and you wonder if you'll ever forget. Sometimes it isn't better to let go and then sometimes it is, in fact, but you can't. I'm not saying I'm in any of these situations. Nor am I saying that it's hypothetical, because that usually means it isn't. I'm saying, hypothesizing really, that when it's too hard to look at the situation without emotion, you have to figure out just what kind of emotions you've been feeling lately and if they're really worth it. Not just for you.

On a more physical hand, I cooked brown rice and a little less Latin picadillo. It's tasty.
Have you ever drank Gold Peak tea? The leaves are just right. I could sit and go through an entire jug. Mmm.

I'm staring into space a lot today. Maybe I've made a mistake. Tough, encrypted day.

I'm eating a lot today, too. Little of this, that.

That's not it, but that's it.