j-void

I’m having trouble reading any of my friends journals this week. they’re all fucking sqeeeeing about journalcon.

I’ve always said, one of my life rules is that I’d rather regret what I did than regret what I didn’t do. That’s central to who I am and always will be. I’ll do things in life I should not, I’ll do things I need to apologize for. I’ll do things, now and then, for which I need forgiveness.

But this was a case where I chose to regret what I didn’t do, and I’m reminded why I hate that choice. I had good reasons for avoiding j-con this year, let’s say, family maintenance that needed doing. I had to make a call, audible at the line of scrimmage. And you know, I guess I did the right thing.

But I’m fucking sad when I read Ray’s or Trance’s or Fredlet’s accounts of j-con. There were people there I really, really wanted to meet, really wanted to see. I’ve been looking forward to having an i love you man session with Brutha Ray for months and months. I miss him, he’s too far away.

Sigh. And Sigh.

Hey, Ray? Let’s not wait til next year. I just gotta figure out how to get my ass to Austin, or New Orleans, or something.