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So, I’m… Where am I? What am I doing? Why am I doing it? The fuck is my deal?
Who knows anymore? A few people care. I know well enough as soon as I stop caring, I’m done for. Better pull my ship together so I can do someone proud somehow.
There’s some melodrama. You know, cause drama sells… Keeps things interesting… Or some shit.
One more day of work and I’m off for about three weeks of vacation. I’m hanging a lot of hopes on this vacation. Let’s go down the list, shall we?
I will need to finish up this semester’s finals. The house will be repaired and cleaned. Gonna road trip back east and check on family. Gonna art e’ry day! Going to stop off in old stomping grounds, drink in nostalgia, and take pictures. Go on hikes and revel in the greenery. Gonna smoke pot, nip on the local wine. And somehow, find time to be the laziest mofo you ever did see.
Can it be done? Really? All of it? Sources point to, honestly, doubtful. But these ambitions sure do get me through the tough as nails workdays. And the dreams lull me into a place of peace, so I’m not about to dispense with those.
I will do as I always do and play it by ear. Improv my way through each day and be sure to savor every moment outside of drudgery. I will recharge. I will endure.
Maybe, time permitting, I’ll have enough time to scribble up an escape plan. I’ll make for the coast, refurb a boat, and make my getaway a la Shawshank style.