Day 74

Listening to: Elvis Presley, "You've lost that loving feeling". I had no idea this was Elvis' song. Watching the video, he is really The King.

I'm psyched to be heading to San Francisco on Saturday. I'm going for a few weeks, a month, maybe more. No agenda, no purpose, just getting away from San Diego. I have the notion that I'll go up and start looking for work (unemployment runs out in January) and to figure out if I can actually make a real move up there. There's nothing really holding me to San Diego at the moment and I really didn't want to spend the end of 2008 still slumming it in SD.

My original plan was the get up there by early November but that was put on delay as I've had to finish a few projects, host a few out-of-towners, and generally lie low and um, play Warcraft a lot. I've been having trouble sleeping recently. Going to bed at six am, waking up a few hours later, and then feeling like I don't want to sleep again. But then I'm too tired to actually do anything productive so I listen to a few podcasts, pop in a movie, and inevitably waste my semi-waking hours anyway. That all changed this past weekend as I suddenly acclimated myself to a normal schedule (not on purpose) and now I'm up before nine and my head is filled with excitement and energy.

I think my body is telling me it's done hibernating and ready to be productive.

Recently one of my best friends came to visit with her fiance and our friendship refrain is that we never spend any actual time together. Out of our eight years or so of friendship, we've probably spent less than three months of it actually hanging out. They came on a West Coast swing to see if they could possibly move out here after he finishes this part of residency.

I really like her fiance a lot. I've never met her previous serious boyfriends because there's a part of me that doesn't like to own up to the fact that she's not "mine." But this one is her one and he's a really solid, great guy. That's the struggle with having close friends get married. I like to conceive of certain friends being "mine," of extending an ownership blanket over them, but when they get married, that all changes. I know, I know, you can't own people, not fairly anyway, but that's just how I think about some friendships.