Feb 21, 2006 09:30
I should be packing (not to mention cashing a check and dropping a car off), but I'm here, writing a song or two and updating an online journal. Oh, what I've become.
I thought about bringing Beretta demos with me, I swear. I'm still thinking about eating before I leave. I can't help but think about my arm cramping up right now 'cause I slept wrong. Comfortably, just wrong. I enjoy thinking of how stern my answer was on the two occasions I was asked to smoke last night. Or how bad I want chocolate pretzels...
I have to try and remember to bring everything I'm supposed to remember to bring. I'm basically cutting myself off from everyone except for my direct family, something I haven't done in years. So I 'spose we'll see.
I'm going to the closest thing to real Mexico we got and I want nothing more than a Taco Bell Crunchwrap Supreme right now.