I just deleted 63 GB of music off of my hard drive with a few button clicks.

As I watched the deletion bar progress, I unexpectedly felt a faint yet horrible scream echo deep inside my core. It was the younger me. He was raging with primal fury at the vaporization of his collection.

Too bad the younger me has just about faded away and old-ass me can’t be bothered to stay on top of that shit anymore. Pandora my young ghost. Pandora.

My keyboard is broken. I spilled apple-cinnamon tea all over my desk and keyboard. Now I’m click-typing with an on-screen keyboard. Each letter is so deliberate and laborious.

Moving in with my girlfriend next week. Cleaning out things and finding many traces of the old one. She’s been mostly reduced to a taped up shoebox, but nine years has a way of being indelible. Going through my desk’s filing cabinet meant finding documents that I would have a hard time explaining to my new partner. Memories can turn so bittersweet.

While walking to work today in the gray, light rain, I thought about how much I miss writing in a place where another human might read my words and share in a small experience that’s unique to me. I miss this because solitary writing is so lonely.

Soft shock is my favourite song of the last five years.

I’m sick, staying home from work today. A post?  Let’s indulge this whim.

Living with two roommates in Cambridge, MA. Thirty years old. Working as an associate scientist. Have had the same girlfriend for a year and a half. No pets. Getting into plants. ho hum.

Plants are my new obsession. It feels like I’m hitting this life stage a little early, but maybe that’s what happens when you don’t have kids at thirty.

So, I went to an online retailer and bought a bunch of seeds. I wanted uniqueness. Plants that every grandma on the block couldn’t be a smug, know-it-all about. And I wanted plants that smelled awesome. I want my room to be a fragrant jungle of vegetation. I picked out and ordered Night Blooming Jasmine, Sweet Shade, Orange Jasmine, Winter Sweet and a Coffee plant. I’m germinating them from seed to big, healthy plant. Right now I’ve only been able to make the Night Blooming Jasmine and Winter Sweet sprout. Outside in my garden I have cosmic red french pumpkin, giant broccoli, spinach, snow peas, tomatoes, and purple cosmic carrots. I love my plants. On Sunday I ordered nine more types of seed from the fragrant plant section.

I’m going to move in with my girlfriend in September. Still in the Cambridge, MA area somewhere. I’m happy and well.

I’m still in Cambridge…. I’m addicted to podcasts. I wish I wasn’t. Having other people’s thoughts constantly running through my head means I never think.