By Beauty Damned

Monotone

Back in NY. Back at the office. Back to the dominant reality of citylife. I came home to rain. Rain. Rain. Rain. Not the homecoming I was hoping for. I was thinking more along the lines of meals outdoors and weekend at the beach. But no. I have returned to rain. And there's lots more to come in the week ahead.

For some reason, rain seems to be impairing my ability to feel pleased to have returned from my hometown vacation. At least if the sun were shining I might say to myself, "See? New York is great. This is the place for you." But instead I can only think back to a week ago when I was laying on the sands of the Illinois River gazing around at the canyon and the deep, calm, sparkling pools, letting the sun unleash its rays upon me. I can only think about my family and how I'm 3,000 miles away and I wonder when I will see them again.

What a sad entry. I was hoping that upon my return, I would feel revitalized and full of energy and things to say. I've read through the news of the past couple weeks. Nothing's changed. It's funny how when you're out of touch you feel like you're missing something, but when you see what you've been missing you realize that it's nothing at all. Just the same old crap.

Kerry chose Edwards. Hurrah. Bush is still a megalomaniacal psychopath bent on turning every last thing he touches into shit. Boo. Geoffrey and Nunya are still engaged in a futile pissing war. I feel their pain.