Y’all, just typing the word ‘vacation’ has made me feel so much better that I think that’s just what I need. I start thinking about taking two weeks off in March and I feel like this big weight has just been lifted off my shoulders.
Who the fuck cares what I do? Maybe the dog and I just spend all our days at the park, then we come home and tell you all about the shit we saw.
Maybe I mop the kitchen floor or watch shit-loads of TV or throw eggs at the passing trains. Does it matter?
Whatever it is, it’ll be different. And lord knows I need some “different” right about now.