copy from myspace post
I had a long drawn out post, but myspace decided to crash.
The short of it:
There a some people here who have helped me and that I will miss, you know who you are.
I feel drawn, stretched. Five hours about and I'll be on my way back, a trip I dread. It will be hard to fight the urge to spend the night somewhere, but I need to save my cash. I haven't had a decent rest for weeks now. Last night I had an uncomfortable three hours punctuated by odd dreams that woke me.
One real kicker is that when you get used to having a warm body next to you all night, it's really uncomfortable to try sleeping alone.
Thank the gods for caffeine and sugar, otherwise I'd doubt if I could make the whole trip.
I might not be back on the web for a few days, and I won't have my cell since Savannah wants it back (can you really believe that?).
Quite a few people have told me that I've been way too nice about this. I think it's because I'm too hurt and drained to be mean.
I will call a few of you after I get home since we have plans for this week. : )
Fuck...