Such skill, such craftmanship!, originally uploaded by Mad-Eye Melissa.

I love this photo (although it’s badly taken in the mobile style, I’m sorry), I really do.

‘Dramatic irony’ occurs when the audience knows something the speaker doesn’t, right? Am I channeling high school English class correctly? Well, perhaps, in this case, the audience could refer to the townspeople of H-A-M-D-E-N.

And OH HOLY GOD Panera’s playing a really saccharine Muzak version of “Fever,” and I swear I can hear every musician ever howling in pain.

I lost my train of thought. Enjoy the photo for what it’s worth — we’re moving on, here.

I know the last thing posted here on Cloud was a downer, and I’m sorry for not being by again until now. I haven’t felt particularly inspired to write anything even remotely witty (and I do refer to my own special brand of wittiness which could be, POSSIBLY, interpreted as peculiarity. Convention be damned, I say.), and I’m walking a thin line even now, to be honest. For the most part, each day has been a bit better than the one before, and I’ve the help of a couple of good friends (and a lot of sushi), and I am feeling a bit more cheerful. I am actively hating, however, this feeling of having to pick up the pieces, since I’m unemployed and a bigfatchicken who’s both too afraid to tell her friends that Pennsylvania didn’t work out AFTER ONLY TWO WEEKS and also really (reallllllllllllllllly) missing her old job and old company. I paid $6.13 for two coffees at a Barnes & Noble Cafe this morning, and my heart broke a little bit more.

The tricky thing is this: I really think PA could have worked, and worked well, if it weren’t for several factors, 90% of which were completely out of my control. I wasn’t homesick… I missed everyone, and finding the Express closed at the only mall within 45 minutes of the inn was definitely a blow to my sense of Comfort Zone!, but I like the Poconos. That’s why I chose to move there in the first place. Being three hours away wasn’t an issue. BUT now that I’m home, it’s definitely been easy to remember why leaving was a little bit difficult; I don’t know when it started to happen, but I like Connecticut. I like being here. I like my organic grocery store and my craft stores and the familiar faces.

And really, I’m not sure that any of this, in the end, is an issue or a stumbling block at all.  I think I’m just a little bit off balance and freaked out, and ultimately unsure of what my next step should be. I miss the inn already, but let’s face it — “things” were not shaping up to be quite what was promised. The situation wasn’t ideal, not that I was expecting them to be perfect, and there would be things that might concern me in future.

…I think that’s enough of that cryptic nonsense, isn’t it?

So one great thing about heading to B&N this morning was that I was finally able to return a DVD set and exchange it. Do you know what I got? DO YOU KNOW WHAT I GOT? My dad laughed at me a little bit, but I am thrilled with my purchase of — drumroll, please — PUNKY BREWSTER SEASON ONE.

Yeah, I said it.

Score!

I also grabbed something called Haxan: Witchcraft Through the Ages which was a total impulse buy, but hello, it’s called Retail Therapy, get off my back. Plus, it looked interesting, and I’ve been assured by the back cover that it’s “darkly humorous,” and who doesn’t love a little bit of dark humor on a balmy summer day?

And OH DEAR GOD, how long is this post already? Alright, I’m wrapping it up.

I’ll be back way sooner this time, so everyone, please, stay fresh. ;)