I am a restless creature, but you know this don’t you?
So, sometimes I am a saboteur (is that how you spell that?). I like to break things. Things dear to me. People dear to me. It doesn’t make any damn sense but I do it. It’s not healthy, but I persist. And through my travels I understand that ends sometimes need to come. But I don’t want it to, not really. Nope. The line is blurry now, all fuzzy and gray with tear stains, but it’s still there. The idea remains and I am thankful that there may be hope. The conversations have stilled, settling into uncomfortable stares. Damn, I hate silence. But I still glance around and see that the walls remain, I just need to stop slamming the door.
Ahh… I feel better now.
Working out in the morning makes me sleepy right about now (it’s almost 10:30) but I dig it. Not looking forward to the speech on Monday, nor the book I have to read for this weekend, but it’s all good.
I am going to miss Cat. I am going to miss the coffees and the giggly conversations the three of us have. But I’m glad she’s persuing her dream. Less than 2 years till I follow her beyond borders of this sweltering state.
Thank god it’s Friday
