The Universe Is Expanding

I hate endings. I'm bad with goodbyes - even when it makes sense, even when seasons are changing and people are changing and things aren't what they should be. I can barely handle all the bittersweet sentiments that such endings bring along. I get caught up in some stupid wave of nostalgia. I become hesitant to ever move forward. I become unsure of everything.

And then I think too much in general and end up feeling like young Woody Allen in the first five minutes of "Annie Hall."

Universe expansion aside, I feel like I'm moving in slow motion towards the inevitable end of something that's difficult to let go of. And that's why I'm not writing about zombies or dance parties or indie rock tonight. Tonight, I am a bit of a sad panda.

But enough melodrama. I should sleep. I'm sure I'll feel better in the morning. And if I don't, I'll pull up my Ice MC station on Pandora and blast ridiculously upbeat 90s eurodance until my mood improves.

Goodnight, friends.

Happy Ending?

I don't know if "Goat Man" is going to have a happy ending or a sad ending. I want him to get the girl but that might be too cliche. I really don't know. I've always liked stories with sad endings.

Anyway, I'll be taking a forced hiatus from "Goat Man" and will have a little time to mull it over.

I'm leaving to go volunteer at a summer camp tomorrow.

I just remembered I don't really like children.