I originally started this off writing about an actual light bulb. Then I realized two things.
(1) I've already written a blog entry about light bulbs.
(2) This one, like the other one, is dangerously melodramatic, and could lead to people characterizing me as some sort of melodrame. Which people do already. :-P
I guess the point I'm trying to make is that I'm lonely. The world is a big place, and almost all the people in it who mean a lot to me are far away, and I hate it. The people who are close by, and you know who you are, do what you can to make it suck less. However, human beings are social animals, and this human being is no exception. Methinks I'm getting cabin fever.
Shouts out to my "Far Away Posse" in the following communities, in no particular order: Musquodoboit Harbour, Dartmouth/Cole Harbour, Wolfville, Fredericton, Halifax, Yarmouth, Winthrop, Kitchener-Waterloo, New Glasgow, Vancouver, Whistler, and Austin. Also to my "Near Away Posse" in Lunenburg and Midville Branch, for keeping me sane on a more daily basis.''
Also: please, please, please -- if anybody wants to spend time with me, let me know, okay? I don't mind spending my money to have the opportunity to spend time with my friends. And I honestly don't mind talking to my friends either, just in case any of you got some kind of indication to the contrary. ;-)
Final tidbit of wisdom from somebody not me: "But I don't want to answer God's call! I've got everything worked out already!" (This is a paraphrase.)