Severely disjointed
I wonder when I'm going to cross that point in my life where I stop looking forward to what's coming, and start looking backwards for what has been. Circa you, dearest Billy, I imagine it's a subtle tipping point, as how a boat might ease over the equator in the middle of the night, or how one millennium teeters into the next. To pass that pivot point where, instead of constantly peering into the murky future thinking, "How's my life going to turn out?", you turn around and muse, "So that's how my life's turned out". The shift of tense is less imperceptible, but all the more relevant for it.
On how things are:
1) Girl is back in KL. The other day, he was like, "The word 'small' is bigger than the word 'big'!" and it was like, omg, revelation. This is partly why, today, the spaces between my unentwined fingers feels emptier than usual.
2) Girl is off to Shanghai on Saturday. Updates shall be scant, and due to PRC's l4m3 attempts at internet censorship, I may not be able to say things like "CHINA GOVERNMENT BIG FAT & STUPID!!!1!!!11!11!" The loss is deeply regretted.