Walls

[tracker7]

I feel like a strip of metal that's being flexed and bent and twisted over and over again. Hopeful highs spring up, and then utterly crushing despair kicks in. One minute I'm making plans for handling a long commute and following that up with a move, the next I'm damned near hating just being born. (Thanks, Boss.)

Said the probable goodbye to the Somerset group after Friday night's game. I don't see a way to keep playing there, unless something breaks that way on the job hunt. They're good folks, good players. I'll miss them.