Dance your cares away. Worries for another day.

[weeniebeenie3]

I’ve had the flu for the past couple days. So, I’ve been watching a lot of my new Scrubs and Fraggle Rock DVDs. I seem to be alright now. Physically, at least. Mentally…. Not so sure. I’ve been going pretty nuts. I’ve got from Friday night to Tuesday morning completely open. I haven’t had that much complete free time since this summer. And I’ve got nothing to do. And it’s New Year’s Eve. And I’ve never had a midnight kiss. And I’m feeling sorry for myself right now. Can ya tell? The frustrating thing is that I’ve basically got a plane ticket to anywhere America West flies, money, a new camcorder, a yearning to travel, and nowhere to go. Even if it was just a place to crash for a couple nights. I’m fine with taking the bus and walking for my own entertainment. I don’t know. I just need a change of environment. Badly. I can’t stand being stuck in Mesa for any amount of time anymore. It’s bad. I’m always trying to come up with a plan to go somewhere, but I never have anywhere to go. Just a few more months. That’s it. I want to call Pat and hang out in San Fran, but I hardly know the guy anymore, and it would just be rude of me. Or Wes in DC. But it’s the same situation. I need an escape. Desperately. When I’m actually willing and able to do things, got that little spark of spontaneity, no one else does. Like others are being home bodies the one time when I’m actually not! Frustrating. Ok, I’m done feeling sorry for myself.

In other news, Christmas was good. My mom completely spoiled us this year. It’s insane, really. She denies it, but I think she’s starting to feel the empty nest syndrome.

I’ve got to go to work today. And I really don’t want to. I think Mark and I are going out tonight though, so that’s good. Something to do, at least.

The worst kind of being bored is the kind that is anticipated to last for a while. I’ve got to change that.