Icarus's blog: "Just South of Blue."

Let's call this "reconstruction".
Still employed.
Still housed.

I guess that's progress.
But, I'm at the smorgasborg, and nothing looks good.

Games.
Books.
Comics.
Girls.
Projects.

I have the faintest, most lukewarm of interests right now.

I hate when these slumps come on because they're tremendous time wasters.
I'll pull out of them, and look around realizing all the time I lost sulking or feeling grey.

I'm at the smorgasborg, and I had homecooked perfection for almost 2 years.

She's a hard act to follow.

I'm training half of my replacement. Still maneuvering to wiggle forward in the company.
Other half of my replacement may or may not be in-bound.
Won't know for a while.
Keep having minor explosions, and bailouts, and flakes.























I feel like you were the edge of the world.
Like after you there's nothing.










Maybe that feeling will disappear. Maybe you will first.

At this exact moment, I want neither to happen.