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I didn't make it home from work today - but that's only relevant if I'd had the intention of doing so.
Let's get this straight: I'm embarking on my first ever adult vacation. Granted, considering it's also my first year out of university, I can't actually afford to go anywhere, but it's a land mark nevertheless.
And who better to start it with than Steve. After hauling ass up Princess Street, I found repose at my dear friend's apartment . I was confused about several things really. First off, I was supposed to be picked up by Erin and then be transported to the first night of the Red School House Poetry Primer. Earlier in the day, Erin had called sounding a bit stressed, but otherwise her usual delightful self. You see, she is one of the ever-dedicated and astoundingly passionate volunteers at this festival - unlike myself, who's volunteered yes, but only for a day. Erin didn't call back - which is understandable because she is doubtlessly being run off her feet. So, I decided to pop in to see Steve, who I've desperately missed after spending the last few weeks in a comatosed state due to various mental and physical infirmities that are too numerous and just plain complicated to mention. Suffice it to say it's been hard and the majority of my vacation will actually be spent in the company of medical professionals. And fine company they are...just.fucking.fine.
Annnnnyway. The sky is heavy with rain and Steve's cooking me dinner. Life's good.
And it's my first day of an adult vacation. I'm saying it to convince myself really. I left work today realizing how much I actually like my job - namely, the people I work with. Not because I'm amazingly great pals with any of them, but because they are smart, keen, kind, considerate, funny as all hell and respectful. Also, I've realized that I'm not going to know what to do with myself for the next week. But I'm sure I'll figure that out.
Cause god dammit, I'm excitied. I get a week of me; going to appointments I put off because going to the amount I *should* go to is a full-time job alone, sleeping more than 4 hours a night, eating more than 500 calories a day and of course, writing, writing, writing.
And while I'm busy taking care of myself, what better way to start it off than with Steve taking care of me. Cause if the scars and obsessions and host of doctor's appointments aren't enough to tell ya, I'm not so good at looking after myself.
It's gotta start somewhere and right now, it starts with Steve.
Peace out friggers - and much love from la-la land.
Let's get this straight: I'm embarking on my first ever adult vacation. Granted, considering it's also my first year out of university, I can't actually afford to go anywhere, but it's a land mark nevertheless.
And who better to start it with than Steve. After hauling ass up Princess Street, I found repose at my dear friend's apartment . I was confused about several things really. First off, I was supposed to be picked up by Erin and then be transported to the first night of the Red School House Poetry Primer. Earlier in the day, Erin had called sounding a bit stressed, but otherwise her usual delightful self. You see, she is one of the ever-dedicated and astoundingly passionate volunteers at this festival - unlike myself, who's volunteered yes, but only for a day. Erin didn't call back - which is understandable because she is doubtlessly being run off her feet. So, I decided to pop in to see Steve, who I've desperately missed after spending the last few weeks in a comatosed state due to various mental and physical infirmities that are too numerous and just plain complicated to mention. Suffice it to say it's been hard and the majority of my vacation will actually be spent in the company of medical professionals. And fine company they are...just.fucking.fine.
Annnnnyway. The sky is heavy with rain and Steve's cooking me dinner. Life's good.
And it's my first day of an adult vacation. I'm saying it to convince myself really. I left work today realizing how much I actually like my job - namely, the people I work with. Not because I'm amazingly great pals with any of them, but because they are smart, keen, kind, considerate, funny as all hell and respectful. Also, I've realized that I'm not going to know what to do with myself for the next week. But I'm sure I'll figure that out.
Cause god dammit, I'm excitied. I get a week of me; going to appointments I put off because going to the amount I *should* go to is a full-time job alone, sleeping more than 4 hours a night, eating more than 500 calories a day and of course, writing, writing, writing.
And while I'm busy taking care of myself, what better way to start it off than with Steve taking care of me. Cause if the scars and obsessions and host of doctor's appointments aren't enough to tell ya, I'm not so good at looking after myself.
It's gotta start somewhere and right now, it starts with Steve.
Peace out friggers - and much love from la-la land.