RF1C

I mostly couldn't see the fireworks for the trees. But the bits of fireworks that I saw were good.

Davis Rogan was good. Taking Heads are everywhere I go.
Lauren Sheehan played in the sun. The cool grrls from the 90s were not quite my tempo, odd that proto-grunge slowed down from our 80s punkish new wave.

As with all festive weekends, tears and self-loathing were inescapable. Not sure if it was prompted by the concern of friends or the train wreck that led to their concern.

People saying they care about me makes me sad, maybe because all I can do is lose the love once it is there. Regardless, I have to stop trying to get happy from those who hate me.

Best to be grateful for lucky breaks and leave it at that.

Birthday week is over. Happy Rabbit year.