Just as things begin to go smoothly....

So I had a birthday party, right? Well it was sorta impromptu, what with SLC Pride in full swing, this was Sunday June 12th. So a bunch of people get invited, they are about to start showing up, and nobody has reserved the pool & clubhouse yet. So I write the deposit check which is not to be cashed, it is just for security purposes. I understand this.

Well three weeks later, my bank account dips into an ungodly overdraft because the building management decided the pool & clubhouse weren't left in a clean enough condition. (Apparently the price of windex and Mr. Clean has gone up over here?) The management cashes the check without so much as a phone call or written explanation. I'm broke.

If that isn't enough, Dustin is out of town and might lose his job because he can't get a flight back in time to make it to work this morning. What is my connection here? I haven't known him for longer than a month, yet something that directly affects him, seems to bleed through to me. I refuse to analyze this relationship, for fear of what I may or may not find, i suppose. All I know is that I saw a picture of him yestarday and I missed him a lot. Thank you, Dustin, for bringing me sunshine.

I'm not supposed to be so adversely affected by the traumas of the world around me, but I can't help but understand that we're all connected, and I feel that in a very real way. Even (especially) when I don't want to feel it.

Disarray!

Disaster!

~a distant alarm begins to wail softly, gradually getting louder~

Ladies and gentlemen, take your seats, the ticket collector will be along shortly. Watch the curtain closely, as it is about to rise...