Son of a bitch my barber is moving.

I can understand why my barber is moving and it probably follows from this statement I’ve heard from people I consider friends and I’m repeating this like the racist Asian that I am. “There aren’t any black people in Portland.” That’s all I’ll say about that other than I wish him and his family well up in the hated Seattle.

But I’m old and I don’t like change. I’ve only ever had one dentist in my life. He just retired at 90. My last two barbers have moved to Denver and Seattle and that’s a little too far to go to get my hair cut. And (the big one) my mom died a year and a half ago and I’m still thinking about that.

I just got back to work and I now have a new manager, and a new second level manager. Who knows what’s going on?! (I’m being dramatic, the new manager is someone I don’t have any problems with.) The teams I work with have all reorganized and they don’t even know who is in charge of what. And the common high-pressure work situations continue and I DON’T KNOW WHO I’M SUPPOSED TO ASK FOR HELP. (More drama, the people I used to ask may not be who I’m supposed to ask but they’re going to help me as much as they can.)

It really doesn’t help that I’ve switched back to Skogg Kettlebell Gym and I haven’t been there for a year but I still think I can pick up the heavy weights I used to. I know I shouldn’t be trying to hard since I’ve been away for a while and I’m OLD but I’ve still not any brighter and I’m still going to try to lift the weight I used to. How did everything get heavier while I was gone?

Oh, and someone I used to worthlessly flirt with (I know I don’t have to explain that) has moved away and her job and is no longer anywhere nearby.

Goddammit I hope that new Star Wars movie isn’t disappointing. I can’t handle much more disappointment.

P.S. BTW, the latest Hellboy was AWESOME from my Hellboy fanboy point of view.

P.P.S. AND I bought a lottery ticket.