there are no mountains here

at least none that i can see.

i met a new friend at crate & barrel. i was there looking for something simple to buy with a 50 dollar gift card from christmas. as a straight male that's never lived alone, thus never furnished a living space, much less a house, this was a sobering domestic project. to my fortune, a young gay manager came to my aid, introduced himself and guided me through the process of purchasing some dishes and flatware. we were polar opposites but somehow it seemed right that we should be friends.

seems like the pitch for a bad late-90s sitcom. or a porn.

this actually happened though. i've been over to his house twice. once just to hang out. once for a small party.

the business side of my life churns along. jim and denis have created a lot of momentum on the technology end of things and i'm struggling to match their pace on the creative side. setting a schedule for myself has not been easy. i've never worked from home and i'm not sure that it's my natural environment. coffee shops don't seem to help much either. inevitably i feel sluggish and distracted all the time. something no amount of stovetop espresso will fix.