I believe that not getting out of Charlottesville is killing me- not to be too dramatic or anything. I really can't remember what it is like to live a purposeful life. I am getting OLD and I have spent too much time in this apartment in this city. I feel like it is always going to be like this... lonely, disposable, empty. I know that that isn't true but lately it sure feels that way. At LEAST I have kept from being bitter =)

So much for the return to optimism that I promised!

I saw a news article about a 20 pound lobster. It was selling for 320 dollars- but it went to a museum instead of someone's plate. What a waste!!