'tis thursday. the teasing whisper of the concept of weekend has brushed against my skin yet again and i sit at a desk counting down the time until i can go home and crawl into my jam jams and sleep (three hours and counting btw).
i'm on day five of no smokey no drinkey and i've contracted allergies from hell as a reward! blast & tarnation & achoooosniff!
i am longing for a trip somewhere cool. a new locale for all of my luluness to occur unonbstructed. lately, i feel like i have too much history here.
it is awesome to have people around that know all about you and the stupid crazy shit you've done; but, right now it's feeling a little claustrophobic, a little like i'm naked in front of the class.
i am very grateful for the blessings in my life, but man, i feel like running very far away.
damn gypsy blood.
adieu for now. sniff.