Just let me run where I want to run...

So the week is crawling by.

Thursday night I get to fly to the big lBk for a nice weekend away from home. The question is, is time going by so slowly because I am excited to go or because I am actually dreading the whole thing? Probably a little of both.

For someone who wants to know the truth so badly, I sure have become comfortable in the confusion.

No here's a real prediction: I come home Sunday night even more confused than before and I decide to finally let go.

so I hope that I never end up at a desk job like this for the rest of my life. How monotonous