like mammoths in an hourglass, so are the days of our lives.

 A long time has passed since my last blog entry, and like broken clockwork, the time is again. This one should be pretty sort, I say now. we'll see once I get to the end of it. My ramblings do tend to go all over the place,

 I'm writing now, because I know I won't be able to next week.You see. I am taking a pretty major step tomorrow. I am flying out to San Fransisco in the morning for  a week. I shall be meeting Steve, who I have been in pretty constant contact with for the past year and a half. I think we're boyfriends. I haven't met him in person, just through SL, and then that leaked a bit into real life with telephone calls and texts. We've grown very close, but we still haven't had face-to-face time yet. tomorrow I will be meeting him around noon at the airport. I think we will both know if we are meant to be right away. Maybe. I'm not very good at knowing for sure. It does sounds romantic though.

I'm keeping my pre-notions at bay though. Oh yes, have you met me? I'm the guy who is not in touch with his feelings. They're untrustworthy.  All gooey and nebulous, you can't set your drink on your feelings without spilling.

I haven't journalled for a long time. Journalling helps me figure stuff out from my brain, where my thoughts are stored. Those thoughts are all mishy-mashy, ever-changing to whimsy random stimuli. You can't rely on them to be steadfast. When I write, it makes these thoughts crystallize.

Not that that does much good. Like a glacier on a mammoth it captures the thought immediately, buttercups in the stomach and all. but that mamoth is replaced by another mammoth, going another direction. Will the glacier capture it as well? Fate will tell. This is a ridiculous analogy. Moving on...

So I'm meeting Steve. I'm excited and nervous about that. Too many "what-ifs" to list. We'll see how it plays out.

Getting sleepy.. need to rest before travelling to the airport and then to San Fran. Good night.