|God, isn't it over yet?
||[Dec. 28th, 2006|12:16 am]
Tis the season to eat holly (a poison, I'm told - perhaps at quiet end to the year.) A long year has past, and I hold no qualms about letting it slip into history. A new boyfriend, a move, an awesome semester - nothing to scoff at, but it seems like it's just a "bridge" year to get me by (a leap year, so to speak).|
ooh boy, I wonder how long this bridge is, and where it takes me!
.... I hope it's not going to snap and send me careening into oblivion (yikes!).
After such a hard working year, it seems I FINALLY have some days off (of school, work, boy, and child-minding responsibilities) and I have all intention of completely INDULGING myself for the next couple days, cumulating in a drunken bar night for Sandra's birthday on friday. Today, I took myself out for lunch and tea, bought myself an astrology guide and couple of D.H. Lawrence novels at Second Glance Books, and rented some Miyazaki films to indulge my "whimsical" side (ha, "side", who am I kidding?). I spent the evening hanging out with Steve, Shawna, Sandra, and Johnny, we smoked a little and just hung out, but everyone was to tired for me, so I came home to sit up alone.
It's only just past midnight, but the bed is calling my name (in a sensual, come hither voice: "karri, karri, let me wrap myself around you"). I'm just about reading to resort to crawling on all fours; my eyes are drooping, I'm fading fast!
maybe, too much walking today. Or, maybe what's more likely, I'm collapsing from the massive sugar high that is Shawna's house - the week after christmas.
(ps- I'm seriously considering moving in to Karen's camper trailer. All I need is an extension chord and a bucket to pee in.)