Wheat Saltines Are NOT The Same As Wheat Thins
Wheat saltines. One a.m. I'm staring at myself in the bathroom mirror and it seems as if my reflection is staring back more curiously than I intended or hoped. Has someone just cast the spell immobulus? Life is moving ever so slow . . . ly. I've slowed down time so much that I can see sound waves.
A version of the future has already played itself in my head. What changes will come? It's sort of cool being on the "brink". That's what these breaks always feel like. Like I'm constantly waiting for something to happen. I know the break has only been TWO days thus far, but today I had the first trace of wanting SOMETHING to happen. I guess I'm restless for this break to work its hidden magic. I want to be in Albuquerque already. Partly because I really do miss it, and also partly because it would sort of jumpstart MY break.
I know I have to deal with finding a new house, waiting for my Music Theory and Aural Skills grades to be submitted, applying for a new job, figuring out my spring schedule, and wondering whether my sudden hunger is the result of me not having smoked a cigarette in two days. I just don't want to deal with any of it right now, and I guess my going to Albuquerque will hurry that along. Actually, maybe the hunger I'm having is derived from my restful nature as of waking up yesterday. All I want to do is make Rice Krispy Treats or Ramen or Hamburger Helper or munch on some saltines. Oh yeah, let's not forget how I took a shower today to the POUNDING of a headache. I would have been fine with my temples just falling off . . . but instead I dealt with the imaginary mountain man slamming away at my head with his axe.
I guess it's time for me to gather my change and go buy cigarettes. Oh how I need them right now. I just want cigarettes and coffee. Is that too much to ask?