Sunny-Side Up, Please

Being in San Diego has been nice, I suppose. I've been spending time with my family; my brother's down here as well. Everything is ... scratch that... most things are going pretty well. I went to the beach yesterday to go a walkin'. It was nice, though nothing terribly exciting. I saw a dead bird. I took a picture of it. Respectable.

I haven't had the desire to really do anything while I'm here. I'm not sure if I've gotten to be lazy or if it's a natural reaction to the previous weeks in which it feels like everything has happened. I'm just taking it easy down here. Seems as though I'm going to head back up to LA either Thursday or Friday. Depends on when I get sick of this place -- in the nicest way possible of course.

It unfortunate when I don't know which of my two home cities I dislike being in more. I suppose it's all about the company. Here the company is none. It's nice for now, but after awhile, I'll just want to be with somebody.

I'm now in possession of a box of things that I made but no one wants. I've hid it in the back of the bottom-most shelf I have.

I'm trying to keep on the sunny side. Everything is so much more pleasant that way.

My mom makes me smile. She just came in and was her silly-self.

Nothing like homehome.