I went to the country for the weekend. I’ve been pretty cranky for a few reasons.
After working 800 hours last week, I haven’t quite slept enough yet. I’m planning for the puppies to get on an airplane in a few weeks, and I still don’t know where I’m going to live.
Then there are these words everywhere. Short story words, novel words, poetry book words. Somehow I need to sort them. In the midst of all this Blah.
I spent a fair amount of the past 48 hours starting into space while I was at my parents’ house. I walked around the block. I went to the lake.
… I shot empty beer cans off crooked stumps with a BB gun.
I’m back in the city now, ready for another week of running. It feels like yesterday I was looking for an apartment. I guess it kind of was.
Being back in the States for nearly a year now, I realize I haven’t settled in at all. The past ten months have been pretty rough, I don’t really see this letting up anytime soon.
That’s supposed to be good for Artists though right? Usually when we reach the worst points is where things get good, yeah?
In that case… I’m expecting this to be the best week of my life.