Everything is all loose ends at the moment, a seemingly endless list of things to do. I must start writing things down before I start to fray.
It's always a surprise to me to find people will miss me when I leave a place. I can't remember being much other than excited for people when I find out they are leaving..
Does that make me:
a) an asshole who doesn't give a damn,
b) too stuffed full of buddhist non-attachment propaganda to react normally,
c) someone who's sincerely happy for a friend, as there's always email/chat,
d) all of the above and worse!
Life seems much shorter and more enjoyable when you turn yours upside-down every so often.
Q. When was time travel invented? A. Yes.
-- (from tai of eastpole)

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