Ramble
I have this strange urge to sell all my furniture (and move my books into my parents' garage) and then take a long trip, visiting every single person I know.
I'm pretty sure this stems from my feelings of isolation, more than anything else.
Hopefully, this urge will pass quickly.
In other news, the sun is perfectly shiny, my hair is also perfectly shiny, and my parents sent me a package for my birthday. I am trying desperately to refrain from opening it until my birthday actually arrives, but the temptation calls out to drag me under . . . especially since I was told to open it and grab the "thing that could go stale" (which turned out to be an Almond Tea Cake from their local Peet's coffee to which I am addicted; I took my tea cake to my Peet's and got the full experience).
Somehow, even in the face of restlessness and a year's worth of upheaval, today is turning out to be beautiful and mellow. For no discernable reason, the endorphins are running through my system and giving me a permanent smile.
I'm pretty sure this stems from my feelings of isolation, more than anything else.
Hopefully, this urge will pass quickly.
In other news, the sun is perfectly shiny, my hair is also perfectly shiny, and my parents sent me a package for my birthday. I am trying desperately to refrain from opening it until my birthday actually arrives, but the temptation calls out to drag me under . . . especially since I was told to open it and grab the "thing that could go stale" (which turned out to be an Almond Tea Cake from their local Peet's coffee to which I am addicted; I took my tea cake to my Peet's and got the full experience).
Somehow, even in the face of restlessness and a year's worth of upheaval, today is turning out to be beautiful and mellow. For no discernable reason, the endorphins are running through my system and giving me a permanent smile.