I wept tonight.

I was able to talk to a friend about deep-seated fears and uncertainty.

I was able to tell him how much he's meant to me.

I was able him how much I'm going to miss him.

I wasn't able to say enough, and I doubt I ever will be able to.

I wept tonight.

It seems odd that I should have such nostalgia, having seen (presumably) so little of the full span of my life, especially when what lies ahead appears to be so bright. But in spite of this logical premise, I do find myself wandering the streets and alleyways of memory, and lingering in places, times, and feelings long past. The peaks and valleys of emotion rush back as clearly as if they had happened just minutes before, and names, faces, and scenes can be seen as well as the clutter on my desk in front of me. I think what seems strangest about the whole affair is the reason for my looking back. Usually when I steep myself in retrospection, it is because I have fallen upon hard times and want to recall how well life can treat me, and will again. Now, I'm pleased, on the whole, and not really sure what to make of the lines of thought that I'm revisiting.

[revisited later:] Interesting ramble... A level of removed angst borne on a base of good cheer. I believe that the angst, minimal as it was in comparison to the rest of my emotions, needed to get out, but had an awkward time doing so. Or maybe I'm thinking too hard about all this.

Tunes: "I Am Downright Amazed At What I Can Destroy With Just A Hammer," Atom & His Package (iTMS); "In My Life," The Beatles.

Today was opening night for the play. I was gone for about 11 hours, traveling and rehearsing and performing. Aiyiyi. The show went well, though, so all's happy and good. Now, I'm rather tired, and bid you all goodnight.

Tunes: "I Sing For You," Daniel Letterle (from the CAMP soundtrack, hear it here); "My Girl," The Temptations (iTMS).

Well, it's official. I'm in the system. I've registered with the Selective Service, and they have me on their radar.

Frightening.

They're here!!! Go check out The Moves, the new band from JoshUndBrian, at TheMoves.org and buy the JoshUndBrian album, Right Man Princess. Go Nuge, you rock!!!