Problem is, I don’t feel like I’ve had a whole lot of thoughts lately. Does that even make sense?
It’s like… Wake, work, come home, eat, sleep.
Six weeks in, and I’m still trying to adjust to my new big-kid schedule. ;)
I wish I could magically make him better.
I finally have a job again that requires dedication, skill, concentration, and all that good stuff that ultimately results in the satisfaction of a job well-done.
Yay!
…a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being “in love” which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two.- St. Augustine
It’s about time :)
Dolla dolla bill, ya’ll!
You should see my bedroom. There’s a path from my bed to my door, and that’s about it. I need to get this shit under control.
I also need to work on being a cleaner, more organized person, but that’s an entirely different topic :)