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i SHOULD be busy. at the very least there is time today to do the lingering things i'd like to do: enchanted rock, barton springs, hamilton pool, botanical garden, pace bend, floating the river, etc.
Not to mention laundry, a million never-ending errands, working on my resume, looking for jobs and going through the last few piles of my stuff.
However, I said FUCK IT the instant I woke up. I've spent the day so far reading in bed; i think the afternoon calls for tex-mex (complete with a margarita), a trip to the salon and maybe a movie followed by drinking & dancing.
c comes back tomorrow, and then it will be a week of being busy busy and sad goodbyes, followed by a week of what will surely only feel like a quick trip, and then we are broken up and i start my new life alone. well not exactly alone, but you know what i mean.
so even though i might be fucking things over for my future self (in terms of getting ready), i think i'll probably be glad i took a day to myself to just.. clear out my head and relax. and be alone, in this city i used to say was mine.
Not to mention laundry, a million never-ending errands, working on my resume, looking for jobs and going through the last few piles of my stuff.
However, I said FUCK IT the instant I woke up. I've spent the day so far reading in bed; i think the afternoon calls for tex-mex (complete with a margarita), a trip to the salon and maybe a movie followed by drinking & dancing.
c comes back tomorrow, and then it will be a week of being busy busy and sad goodbyes, followed by a week of what will surely only feel like a quick trip, and then we are broken up and i start my new life alone. well not exactly alone, but you know what i mean.
so even though i might be fucking things over for my future self (in terms of getting ready), i think i'll probably be glad i took a day to myself to just.. clear out my head and relax. and be alone, in this city i used to say was mine.