Four.

I have four days left in the States. I am indescribably terrified and excited and want to stay and leave at the same time.
I continue to procrastinate despite my earlier declaration against it, but I think I am subconsciously playing out this terrible anxiety in apathetic actions - if I do nothing, I feel nothing.
Clearly - from my odd dreams and minute freakouts - this is not working.
Enough is enough. Time to pack up my life.

the cardancers.

I feel a certain solidarity when I see the same strange behaviors I have in others. That, perhaps, I am not as strange and unusual as I think I am. That others enjoy the same oddities in their lives. Oddities like cardancing.

And it always pops up when I least expect it. Like in a pickup truck driving down GA400 with a large man rockin' out behind the wheel. I just wonder what he was listening to.

Congratulations Jimmy and Molly!

Hooray!!

On my honor I will try.

I vow to not put off my work until the last minute from now on.
Procrastination is not my friend.