Ghosts..

Yesterday, I ate at Cracker Barrel for lunch. As I arrived there, I realized that the last time I had eaten at a Cracker Barrel was while I was still in NJ. Walking into that place, getting a seat, and eating my meal felt weird. I felt disconnected. I couldn't even look at the breakfast menu, which was the only thing I ordered while I was there. The ghosts of that visit followed me around, and even outside to my car. I've been to the Cracker Barrel off Hacks Cross road dozens of times, yet, yesterday, I didn't even recognize the landmarks around me.

I was able to realize that my memories were of someone whom I've learned isn't what I thought, but the sadness was still there.

In other news, my telescope should be delivered today. :)

The buildup, and then the release..

It's HERE!!!!!!!!!! Hahahahahaha!!!!!!! *gets knife to open boxes*