I owe my friend Steve an apology.

And not even for the being a terrible friend, which is an apology a lot of folks deserve right about now. I'll get to that eventually, but for now, the superficial apology.

You see, a long while back he tried to get me into a band called Frou Frou. And he sent me a couple tracks, and I did in fact listen to them, but for some reason they didn't grab me. I think it's because I listened to Breathe In first, and it is vastly inferior to Let Go. And right now I cannot see why on earth Let Go did not grab me then, as it has utterly dominated me for the past 24 or so hours.

Last night I finally saw a movie I'd wanted to see with Leslie a while back, called Garden State. It was long after I'd wanted, but it was still with her, and it was a wonderful evening. It's an excellent movie, and several parts of it really spoke to some of the things that have been going on in my head but I haven't talked to anyone or written about. Beyond that, the two lead characters had a lot of traits I identified with, and it made me feel slightly better about being me.

But anyway, right toward the end, when I was in that weird zen mode when you see a movie at exactly the right time for you, and you are somewhat outside yourself and contemplating things on a slightly more philosophical and grand scale than you are accustomed to, Zach Braff went and stuck this song, Let Go.

And I haven't been able to get it out of my head since. I think it is one of those right place right time things, but a movie is no more deserving of respect for recommendations than a friend.

So, I'm sorry, Steve. You were totally right about the Frou Frou, and I'm sorry it took me this long to come around.

Now, as for the me being a shitty friend thing, you kinda gotta take a number there, and Finn is holding a pretty low one.

But I am trying. And though I make light of it, it's eating me.

That reminds me, Finn, if you read this, I do still have things I intended to send around Xmas, but couldn't because they were split amongst 2 geographically distant homes and my schedule was bizarre. It may turn into a SolCon gift, or perhaps a birthday one. I don't know, I am falling down on many of the deadlines I set for myself lately.

Sorry, guys.

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