With the onset of Winter weather,
we'll shop 'til we drop and spend 'til
the year's end.
An eight hour drive back to New York reinstates where I left off last Wednesday. I'm young, but I feel tired. It's time for bed, but I know I won't be able to sleep for a few hours. Somehow, staying up and translating my thoughts into words consumes me.
I haven't decided if I'm calling in sick tomorrow. I've had a few days off, but I'm not ready to go back. Not yet. This holiday has only made me feel more comfortable in my preferred wardrobe, and I know Monday is the first of five consecutive days wearing clothes I hate to work a job I'm very good at no matter what fashion statement I'm making.
Lately I'm feeling like a half-friend. Not entirely available. Not practicing enough effort. This web log fills a void for me: my need to den.
The alarm is set for 6 a.m.
One more cigarette, and then it's off to bed. I know I'll lie there blinking, thinking and rehearsing my verbal presentation via voicemail which will result in my calling in sick (of work) seven hours from now.
photo by: LL
:: posted by chumpsrock, 3:04 AM