I was looking through my directory this afternoon.

I started looking initially for a segment of my novel that I was missing. I never did find it, but in the process I wound up stumbling across some really old diaries from when I lived in Milwaukee, and slightly before hand. It was pretty interesting stuff.

I mean, some of it was really dorky and cheesy from before I became too jaded and cynical and, well, "cool" to utter such things but there's a certain charm to that.

I also learned that there was a time when I really didn't know word one about color theory. There were times that I really thought my eyeballs would burn right out.

Apparently, I wasn't too big on proofreading, either. I had a lot of typos.

Anyhow, I'm thinking of actually putting those up on the page, as is. (Well, I might do something about one or two of the color choices. The bright green on red really hurts...) It's intriguing stuff, if not somewhat sad, as in that weird passage of time thing.

So it's snowing out today. It's the first snow of the season. It actually looks really pretty. It reminds me of why we thought this town had some charm last winter--there's something about when its buried in snow that has this silent beauty.

We need to go out and get boxes for the move. And I wouldn't mind going for coffee. Although lately fourth coast annoys me. Something to do with what it symbolizes for me, all the disappointment of this town, and since I'm leaving soon I don't much care for human interaction. It's only a few more weeks anyways and I'm mostly done with the whole Kalamazoo experience.

Soon, it will just be another exit on the freeway between Chicago and Detroit.

I'm at a point of just letting go of the past. I've let it haunt me for far too long already.