It’s another day.

A Sunday.

Clouds. Gloom. Gray.

June Gloom.

There’s a name for it. Soon, the marine layer will dissipate.

The sunshine will come through.

Just not now.

Not yet.

It’ll take some time. It works on its own schedule. Not mine.

It’s another day.

Here. Routine. Writing.

Getting my thoughts on this little void of mine. This little place I call my own.

Volcano Tea House.

It’s still my quick go to on the weekends. It’s my outlet of getting out of the house.

My little own teashop.

Routine.

Jasmine Green Tea. No sugar. No boba.

Straight up tea.

It’s how I like it.

Routine.

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I don’t remember when I first started to come here. It was definitely after I got Pickles, so around 2006.

I use to write at night.

I use to go out to the Westside Pavilion and write on the bridge. It was a different time back then. Now, I can’t.

My brain juices don’t flow as easily as it once did. These creative juices stuck in its viscous flow.

It’s hard.

Here, I am, typing, clearing my mind when I do have a project to do.

Screenplays.

My Christmas Screenplay.

I haven’t written anything creative in a long time.

I digress.

Volcano.

2006.

It was when I started to write not at night but during the day and only on the weekends. My nights at that time focused on being there with Pickles.

I can’t leave him alone after leaving him alone all day.

My life changed. Habits changed.

That’s a part of life.

Changes.

One has to roll with them.

I keep rolling.

12 years.

I’ve been coming here regularly for 12 years.

I’ve met so many different boba girls here. They come and go.

I even dated one.

That didn’t last too long.

Life.

Changes.

It’ll always be a big part of my life. This place had been where I deal with most of my mental issues.

This was my therapist’s office. I’d come to get my brain shrinked with my writing.

THIS.

It’s my outlet.

It’s my therapy.

Writing.

Volcano.

How long will I continue to come here?

I don’t know.

I’m not thinking about it.

Change.

It’ll come.

I’ll roll with it.

Keep rolling.

That’s me.

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I’ve been struggling for the past few weeks in trying to find the best way to write these little entries of mine. Since I’ve moved to WordPress.com, I’m not able to use Semagic anymore. It doesn’t work. Doesn’t connect.

I love this client. I’ve been using it since almost the beginning.

I’m sure it started from my Live Journal days, then to my self-hosted WordPress site.

I was sad that it didn’t work.

Change.

Not rolling with it that much.

Maybe this new way would work. Write it out here and paste it in the uploader. I’m giving it a shot. Maybe.

Let’s see how it works.

I could work. Just a few more steps to get what I need. Just a few more steps to get what I want.

We shall see.

Let’s see.

* * *

Shitty workarounds.

That’s pretty much what I’m dealing with.

Open Live Writer is fine, but it’s slow. It doesn’t behave properly, like it is a resource hog or there’s a memory leak somewhere.

Semagic is better. Small. Lightweight.

I’m able to do code in the fly.

Quick.

Easy.

Let’s see how it goes.

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