it's over. move to somnia.

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I'm so excited. I'm having a couple of parties in the near future (my birthday's approaching...I like a big show), and I've only recently imagined I could do any good playing charming host.

OK, so, professionally, I'm a planner. Of sorts. (Urban. It's noble, it's important, it's...slow and methodical.) It never ceases to amuse those close to me that I call myself a planner yet have a terrible time trying to organize events. ("You mean, planning?" "Hey!") I can't decide on details; I'm not really predisposed to do one thing over another--I usually just don't care. It doesn't matter. It's small. Details bore me. I could never be a decorator. "So what? It's exposed drywall. You can draw on it. Look! It's fun! Where are you going?"

But now, I'm feeling energized. I'm going to create merriment. I'm going to bring people together. I'm going to put off calling the karaoke place just a little longer since I don't know exactly what to say. Phooey.
peachy as always, Mike at 7:55 PM