many good things folks. new computer, took second place at mta for costume, and more crew members have shown up. now i shall fry up catfish and potatoes, and drink beer. that is all.

it's amazing how i fall into routine so quickly. adapt to survive, i suppose. i've got a new computer coming to me, picked up an external too. can't get the dam thing to work with my os, but i'll figure it out. mta is next week. i'm not sure i'm up for it. i'm not sure i'm up for very much at all right now. i've got a certain formless rage working right now. not good. don't even know what it's about. i'm going to have to put that shit aside and keep working. ain't got time for that shit. got work to do.

oh man. things go fast. new housemate, more progress on board, another housemate coming mid-month, MTA at the same time... crazy-ness! all is well, i've got this shit, no worries. it can only get faster from here.

and so time passes. my house mates have gone for the weekend, leaving me to my own devices. the quiet is welcome, and at times unnerving. i'm concerned, but i'm not sure about what. it's a looming sense of unease. i don't know what i'm doing here. that's not true, i know what i'm doing, but i'm just not certain i'm doing it well or correctly. directionless angst. i feel like a kid at times. it pisses me off. the wind is howling.

another week down, and the sailing season approaching. the storms that have buried points north have done little down here, much to my relief. it's still cold, though. work progresses on the boat. i'm not sitting up here doing nothing. not at work, anyway. life in the crew house is quiet. i don't get out except when my coworkers decide to go somewhere. too cold for bike riding, really. that will change soon. i'd like to spend sometime exploring what's around here. soon, i think.

another week done, and into february. work on the boat is progressing. wood is going into the boat instead of out, and reefing out the deck caulking has started. i spend most of my time off reading. i'm tired a lot. it feels like i'm fighting depression, though what i have to be depressed about, i don't know. perhaps i'm lonely, who knows?

it's snowing. bluh. back in jersey, funeral was good. my cousins are old now. got back, got offered the job for deckhand, took it. i'm here 'till october. work progresses. deck looks doneish. got the lumber to finish the aft cabin today. bueno. gonna put plastic over the windows in the crew house now.