Aug 22, 2006 22:51
I don't really know how I feel right now.
Surreal.
Everything seems that way. I've had those final hugs, those final gazes. They don't feel final though. And I suppose they're really, well most, truely arn't. It's only a year.
What is this year anyways? I would normally have already played out an average day in my head by now, but I havn't. I don't even really have expectations. I don't even have my bags packed.
Jim says, "Let it roll baby, roll," and Jim, that's exactly what I'm doing.
Uncertainty is life.
And this year I'm just going to live.