Sitting at this new found place, watching the traffic drive by and typing my conversation with my computer screen to a recipient a thousand miles away, I just sit and wonder where things are now. Where are things?

Things are where they always have been; things haven’t changed much. I’m out writing my usual diatribes as always, and I’m out away from home, doing whatever it is that I’m doing. I’m not in a rush to go anywhere or to meet anyone. I’m just here.

Things have just gotten better for me, as many have been putting it. I’m not depressed anymore; I’m the chipper, happy go lucky guy. Well for the past three to four weeks as I’ve been told. That’s good for me too, so I’ve been told.

What has changed that I haven’t written about. Nothing much. I guess the things have just set in and I’m tired of my old ways. I’m tired of my angry ways. I’m just tired. I’m starting a new, starting a new trend in my life.

There’s just nothing that has changed much. Things are going as well as usual with that particular single mother at work. Things are going well at work. Things are going well in the social front. Not that much is happening, it’s just that I’m doing whatever it is I want to do. That to me is all that matters. That is all that matters.

Life goes on like always, life goes on like time. Life just goes and goes until it goes no more.

I’ve lost my will to write today. I lost my will to write now, as I am distracted by the sun and by the invisible conversation that I’m having. I lost my will to write, but I march on, typing the words you see now and inserting my two cents where it needs me. I just wait until it is time for me to leave as I’ve scoped out the place that I’ve came to scope out.

I’m just waiting for things to come to me like I’ve always done; but now, I’m more patient than I ever was. Now there’s just things that changed in me that will see an opportunity and act on it if it is appeasing.

I sit here typing away, looking at the people sweetening their already sweet coffee and teas.

Butter is what I smell in the air. Not the familiar aromatic smell of coffee beans, but butter. It’s the rich oozy kind that is in theatre popcorn. The “heart attack” inducing butter.

The place is louder than I thought it would be. The place will do, the place will do. I have found my place for this month; I have found my place for the next meeting. It is Tanner’s Coffee, which reminds me…

I’ve lost my will to write today. Maybe tonight, I’ll be better. Things will most likely flow better tonight. It’ll probably be my typical diddy of mindless rambling. Maybe, maybe not.

I haven’t written anything in a while. I haven’t written anything in the past four to five weeks. This is my first attempt. This is my first real entry in a long time. It’s not good.

It is now approaching the time when I will be meeting my little troupe. It is about that time and the place seems a little more crowded than when I first started to be here. It’s getting a little louder; it’s getting a little more uncomfortable. I guess I’ll have to see how things go here in the next two weeks, then I’ll find another place.

I’m always looking for new places. Looking for new little gems. I haven’t found another gem like my usual spot left. I don