I've been lazing like no pig's business these days, aside from the times keeping my game on the machine. & I'm kept up all night till the morning, my thoughts never-ending. I'm not complaining.
Goddammit, I have so much time right now yet I'm not making any productive use of it half the time. & I'm broke as hell, getting sore sometimes. It's not funny anymore.
I need to get out some time. Correction. I need to get out more often than I do these days. I need to conquer the last of these holidays.
Watch a movie or two. Go on random outings. Dine lavishly (keeping in mind monetary constraints). Walk aimlessly. Finish the mini collection. Start some planning. Sort out some things. Go out for camp Most importantly, iron out our possibilities and/or facts.
I'm learning to stay. I just don't know how I'd progress in this new industry. Pardon me if I fail because I don't mean any hurt. At any sign of struggle, trust me, I'll learn to call out for help. Exert no force, release me of any pressure at all. I might just stay for the long run, for any matter at all. To salvage whatever we've built.
KL, I miss you so much. I miss my runaway thrill. I miss my failed delinquent attempts. I miss running the foreign streets like I owned them.
