Icarus's blog: "Hurts to watch."

That's the crazy thing.
My instincts can't make up their mind.
I'm split on two extremes.
It's so weird being this far along and not being bugged for a comitment, or to move in with someone and sell my dog.

So damn strange.

So I'll be honest.

All aspects of my life are poised.
State of stagnant stability.
Or worse, fragile stability.

Cups.
Coins.
Wands.
Blades.

... *drops the swords into a trashcan* Who am I even in conflict with?
Really. This isn't high school.

Cups... cups... I owe my friends more time.

I never did call Chris back.
Or drop a line to Brandon.

Wands... Crazy thing is I'm having these intricate dreamscapes that when I wake up I think "man what a great book"

... and then I go to WORK and never put anything down except on a notepad.
What the fuck!?

Coins... I'm stable but unsatisfied. Employed but unapreciated, vastly underestimated, grossly underemployed and underpaid, and all around withering.

That's where it stands.
Let's see where the cards point.
That doesn't look good...