I should be getting ready for my trip to Washington state, but my room is still messy, I haven’t packed and I didn’t get chains for my car.
The roommate are conversing outside. **sigh** No matter what I do, I will never have a bond like they have. They have been roommates for 5-6 years after all. It’s a little lonesome, but it is the prison that I built for myself, after all. like the fortune teller said, the door is open, all I have to do is to walk out the cage. And yet, I just sit here, in the prison of my mind. I am such a good warden to myself. I’ve unlocked a few of my self-inflicted chains, but there are so many more that I need to unlock.
The weather report looks good; no sign of snow on the roads. I probably should have gotten an oil change and a check-up. However, tech. I’m still 3000 miles away from the first one, so maybe I can get away with it. Will def. have to get one after I get back.
It will be good to be with the family again, to recharge my heart and soul. I have this binder of work that I am/was planning on bringing up with me. But I think that I want to leave it behind. After the trip to SoCal and the upcoming work parties that I’m starting to dread, I think that I want a week of just not thinking about work.
