Flight from the Pit
I handed in my letter of resignation on Monday. It goes into effect the last Friday of September, after which I will no longer be under the employ of the local utility. My plans after that are somewhat hazy, but I know I must go visit Lana in Italy. Maybe I'll find a nice pair of shoes there!
What to do afterwards? A trip to some country where I can't speak the language yet! I have dreams of leaving here to fall in love and maybe never come back. That will not happen, I know, for I am not the loving-loveable type. It's just the way I'm built, the same way that birds have wings and raisins and spice oatmeal has raisins in it. Despite the implications of my Hebrew name, I am thoroughly unlovable. Don't dispute that. Don't.
Gosh, I'm running late. I guess I can't finish this post. Gurgle!
What to do afterwards? A trip to some country where I can't speak the language yet! I have dreams of leaving here to fall in love and maybe never come back. That will not happen, I know, for I am not the loving-loveable type. It's just the way I'm built, the same way that birds have wings and raisins and spice oatmeal has raisins in it. Despite the implications of my Hebrew name, I am thoroughly unlovable. Don't dispute that. Don't.
Gosh, I'm running late. I guess I can't finish this post. Gurgle!