After days like the past three, I'm more than ready to get away. My trip is hanging, carrot-like, out in front of me. If I hadn't planned this, I don't think I could find the spirit or the energy to continue working. I am so burnt out.
My life is interesting right now. I don't know that I've ever been quite so single before. Not only am I not dating anyone, I'm not even trying to date anyone. Nobody is on the horizon. Maybe I'll meet a nice Mayan woman. They're a small people; I can fit her in my back-pack.
But seriously... I don't really know what else to think about. My guitar playing is slowly getting better, Jeff Cohen will be back on Wednesday night for a couple of days, the bills are paid (mostly), I got my car fixed so it no longer smokes, Scott is doing great after his surgery. So, life is good, right? I have nothing to complain about, right? I am truly blessed, right? Thank you L. Ron Hubbard!
But, I jest.
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