Contemplating major life decisions should probably be avoided whilst in the midst of a spate of cluster headaches. It’s hard to gauge motivations when emotions are amplified. For example, waking up thinking sweet jesus I don’t want to die here probably isn’t a rational angle on picking up and moving down the block, let alone to another state.

The first thing you’re going to want to ask is why it seems so dire all of a sudden. Then you’re going to want to ask why not here. Well, first you’re going to want to get back to a level place before thinking about it at all. Or prior to thinking about anything except the basics. Breathe. Take a leak. Get something to eat. The basics. Trauma isn’t a good place for decision-making of any sort.

Anyway, it’s off to Reno in a couple weeks, and quite possibly London around the holidays. That should ease the traveling jones some and we can see where the old head is at after that. Detroit and Ann Arbor are on the agenda too. See some old friends and play around looking at $80K houses just for kicks. Not so exotic but it’s more about the movement itself. Travel always puts me with it.

I’ve fuck all to say tonight. Might wander over to the neighbors for some espresso and seven card and hopped up bullshitting about the state of the world.

Cheers.