Ha, reminder that posting whole lyrics I like attract bots. Still - complete bangers. Oh, hello December! Rabbit rabbit, etc.

How this whole year has flown by. It was a big year, though, with a lot in it. I traveled a lot; San Francisco seems like a lifetime ago, and Spain like a dream. I hiked a little bit; I camped even less. I ran my five miles, five days a week, in the graveyard and didn't really push myself. The house saga is still unfolding, but could be one of those life events things. I suppose a lot could still happen in a month. My wretched birthday is coming up. My typical Christmas sickness.

I don't not feel depressed, but it feels different right now. Granted, the way that disease moves, it could all change tomorrow and I might shouldn't jinx myself. I guess I feel very thoughtful and a little keyed in. I had a dream last night that has become recurring over the last couple years. In it, I'm pulling out giant pieces of glass from under the skin of my hands. There's always more and more of it, piece after piece, and as I remove them, my skin looks like a burst blister, a flap of skin where something should be. It hurts, but it's satisfying. I don't actually have a big theory for what, if anything, this dream represents about my life or mind.