what if the right part of leaving turned out to be wrong?

in the tradition of my mother, i'd like to do this in a triadic form.

the good: going home. petting a cat. roast beef. georgian bay drinking water. more than one room to dominate. sunshine IN THE MORNING. using a knife. seeing tom. turkey dinner. glasses of wine at four pm. hearing tom's wohoo! when he came in. yelling at fish customers. making fun of the weekenders looking for fish. kevin and ali showing up. pancake breakfast. being a general asshole with james. watching baraka. eating chocolate. watching movies. reading something not for school. sharing music with marmee. watching just tv. eating off of a plate instead of out of a pot. kathy and raisin. jumping in a mud puddle. seeing my first robin of the year at home.

[please note that i mean a bird- not the sidekick kind- i saw her first this year in january[.

the bad: crabby siblings.

the ugly: some poor bastard lfting my cd wallet in the tornto bus terminal- sixteen golden greats, all that you can't leave behind, antics, surfacing, achtung baby, the best of nineteen eighty to nineteen ninety, b sides, calfornication, the fellowship of the ring, parachutes- i miss them already.

and now my brain has shut down and i want to chew things. rawr. LIKE A FOX.