Hey Now, Hey Now, Don't Dream It's Over . . .

Sometimes I have dreams in which we are still the same, close old friends that we used to be. It's nice. I wish it was that way again, but I know it's not meant to be anymore. It's sad, but I've come to accept it. I still wish you the best, but I am walking in my own direction, wishing you well in yours and knowing that we will likely never cross paths again after I leave completely. And at least I have those dreams to warm my hands by on a cold day.

Second announcement: I'm having a going-away party (code name: cookout!) at the Ithaca Park in Ithaca, MI on August 9th. You're all invited. Please come dressed ridiculously. :D Forrealzyo, it's not a big deal, just a chance to eat hot dogs and the like with people with whom I enjoy eating hot dogs (or with whom I expect to enjoy eating hot dogs). (I like using "forrealzyo" and "with whom" in the same sentence.) Please bring only yourself, any significant other (they have to eat, too!), and any children or grandchildren you may have by this time in life (but they have to starve . . . jk).

I apologize if any part of this post has been offensive, moronic, or otherwise irritating. C'est la vie. Also, Josh Christy, I know you won't be able to make it, but please come in spirit. :)