Rushed.

I.
To me, Leonard Cohen is allegorical of the person i've recently become, or am becoming. On a practical level, this is because I just recently got into his music, and because he is from Montreal, but there are consistent themes in his music i'm finding more and more relevant each time I return to him. Today I can't seem to escape his refrain of "Hey, that's no way to say goodbye."

II.
Tess left for Halifax last night, and already i've found myself missing her much more than I thought I would. I had left in a kind of ackward, sleepy-eyed rush that morning, with a little less hesitation than I should have given. Later to say goodbye over somone else's cell phone static in a crowded department store, with the kind of ambivalence that comes from five people being able to overhear your conversation. Now, since becomming much more comfortable with myself at her apartment than my own, I don't know what to do with myself. You can only pretend you are less lonely than you actually are for so long. BUT:

III.
Friends (M. B. E. A.) from Calgary are visiting and KILLER PARTIES are about to ensue.

I am running extremely low on battery power as I type this so it with just have to be as an addendum that I will mention my new job: It is rediculous. Details to follow.