Dakota

This past weekend was odd.

It wasn't bad, really. And there were some moments of some not-good-ness, too.

Of all the best moments, the stupid insignificant moments stick out the best.

Besides those, there was good packing and unpacking with the Kids and Danielle for their move from Montclair to (temporarily) Flemington and Piscataway. The show went off really well... Saw Jess -- and that was great.

And at the diner, Jay called me.

He drunk as all fuck, and making prank phone calls. He apologized, when it backfired. I suggested he not prank people who have his name saved in their cell address books, and to call me sometime when he's not stupidly intoxicated... or intoxicated and stupid.

I'm not sure why it bothered me so much... It was so random. But it bothered me a lot, and still does. I haven't talked to him in months, when we both hung up on each other, not even saying goodbye... and then this?

What is that about?

I'm exhausted... I've been doing that whole carrying-heavy-objects thing all weekend, and some emotional conversations with Danielle and Genevieve, performed capably, saw Matt albeit briefly. But, still good, y'know?

And what the fuck was that all about?