i want to go home. no, that’s not it? i am so confused. i drove many many hours in the past three days. i rock. i could drift away on the floor right here. here i go. i want to go to ikea. i love not checking my e-mail. i want to be disconnected until i go home. i don’t say much lately. i wonder if i don’t say enough or if this is a reaction to saying too much. back to the floor for a bit. back up from the floor because the trash smells.
i thought i had unburned out or whatever but i’m not so sure. i need more rollercoasters. like superman. it takes you to rock bottom at an insane velocity, which ironically is a natural high. the vacation ended and now i’m back to responsibility. i’m not even sure who the vacation was for. i enjoyed it though.