I'm listening to Coldplay, basking in the mutual understanding of a friendship, and looking forward to the warm weather that this summer has promised me. I've got the taste of coke bottle gummies in my mouth and a huge smile plastered all over it. This summer is the white light at the end of the gauntlet of work I've got left to do, yet I feel like I will come out of this victorious. My motivation to do work has dwindled a bit at the thought of summer so close, but I need to make sure I can get through this final push.
By the time Champlain makes us go home, I'll have a package waiting for me that brings promise of a new, fun, hobby that I cannot wait to start. In just a few short weeks after I get home, I'll have a kickass job that I can't wait to pursue, and I'm so eager to get started in that, too.
And I swear that I'm letting go of this anger as best as I can, but sometimes it gets the best of me. But to be honest and frank and a bit Freudian (not in the "slip" sort of way), "oh man, that sucks for you, dude."
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When you get the fire involved, I wanna see pics.
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