bordom, take three million and counting

escaping winter seems a premium
but paying with pieces of my soul seems a bit much

but when do you ever pay with anything else. if not something, its something else. at the end of your day, it's a bit of your soul no matter which way you swing it. job, money, personal sacrifice. is that what it all means. who can make it to the end with their soul the most intact? that would suck.

on the upswing, decisions are made, so that's something. i don't know what, but something. the period of waiting and counting is it's own kind of terrible, but there are ways of breaking it up. 5 days till aar, 17 till mcr, 20some till fob, 3.6months till bday and moving day. count each one, cross off the days, get some new music, read some stories, talk to some friends, lurk on aim, twiddle my toes, rub it out a few times, spend as many hours unconscious as humanly possible, court carpal tunnel, wait wait wait. one of these days, this being IT will be enough.