I’d feel like I was nearly there if being nearly there didn’t mean an Acct final and FIVE MORE 8-HOUR SHIFTS OF WORK.
August might start tomorrow, but for me in name only.
I won’t feel safe about anything until I’m on the road to Horton Heat on Saturday, Aug. 5th.
Until then, I gotta say: This summer has not been cool.
Overly busy with stupid Acct class (Aliona: in my opinion it is stupid. while it might not actually be, keep in mind that I am blinded by frustration whenever I think about it);
Overly busy with work (expect a final “Super-Dumb” about work in the near future);
My now nursing home’d Grandfather;
People’s disgusting – and seemingly sudden – life choices;
Did I say work?;
How about that Acct class? I might not have mentioned that;
Car troubles (I’m looking to trade in, though);
Creativity leaks (WHERE ARE YOU, EVERBODY STILLS?!);
Work;
Inability to see people I say I will see;
Work;
That damned Acct. class;
…and many more.
I will be SO happy to make it to Drake. I don’t even care if I will be moving people into hot dorm rooms on a hot
day. I’ll be there, and summer will be over.
THE
END
…i always wanted one…
Added April 9, 2016
Man. I was so desperate to get back to Drake it is palpable.
I mostly forgot about that Rev. Horton Heat show. Time makes fools of us all.