hesitant anxiety

Well i'll be in good ole athens come this time next week. I'm definitely looking forward to my first official popfest after years of missing "da plane". I am also looking forward to a little bit of travelling for my summer wanderlust. I believe the 8 or 9 hour drive will definitely satisfay that craving for a while.

I am a little hesitant however. The circumstances on my departure were a little weird involving a few people in town and im dreading any awkward run ins. People that i know/knew intimately and to some extent more so than their own friends and family have become more or less ghosts of my memories. It's been such a short time but the spanse seems like years. Time and memory seem to take on much different relations to my experience when im living as opposed to being alive.

One of these such "strangers" has recently requested a very unexpected favor of me. The nature of which i could have never predicted and to be completely honest a part of me feels like i was "the last option". On one hand i feel it would be not only burdensome, probably inappropriate considering our current relationship status, and awkward. On the other, i do feel somewhat obligated and to a fair degree, happy to do this favor.

I've obviously made no decision and will likely go back and forth on it before hammering something to the wall and using my trusty "yes" and "no" dart, i'll settle things decidedly.

In lighter news: i have gained 5 pounds. I don't know if i've mentioned this already however my swelling pride at such news has made me blurt it out randomly every few minutes. It has made conversations awkward on more than one occasion. They can't seem to grasp the weight (HAHA) of the situation. SO yes currently i have broken 130 pounds and upgraded my chicken legs to turkey legs. The arms still resemble angel hair, but an old lady that came into the store gave me a pitiable spaghetti arm compliment so who knows.