I'm sitting here on my bed. I have just finished the last shower I will ever take in Maryland until December. I'm listening to Paramore and breathing. My cat has crawled into my the open part to me laptop case. It is incredibly cute. I really will miss them. The kittens. Mom. Bob. My family. But, I want this. I have wanted this for some time now, sitting and watching a television show thinking that maybe someday I could do that. And this is a step. A really big, huge, moving across the country step.
In other news, HBO's pilot Tilda starring Diane Keaton has gotten dramatic behind the scenes. And I think it's supposed to be
the other way around. But, maybe it's just me?
My iTunes shuffle is strange and all because I tried to be psychic. Sometimes, I ask how something is going to go and the songs it plays can tell me [loosely and never accurately, after all it's fun B.S.) but this shuffle is strange. Although "Gimme Gimme" is now playing. And God, who doesn't want love, you know?
My kitten is now asleep and I should be too. Early flight. Early. I am talking early-early. Along with DVD's I bought Catching Fire the second book in The Hunger Games series. Question is, will I watch DVD's? Read? Or sleep?
Stay tuned tomorrow night for the answer and yes, I know you are just dying to find out.
This isn't an ending. This is only the beginning.