Monday, July 30, 2012
I just recently returned from a two-week road trip in the Rockies with my best friend. For the most part, it was fucking awesome, but I'm back now, and already once more slowly and quietly going mad from the lack of structure in my life. One more month and I'll have a semi-stable job again, but what I really need is to get out of this city. This state. It's too hot here, I know too many people, I am tired of the bars and the lifestyle of being here. I want to be somewhere no one recognizes me. I am tired of second-guessing the quality of my relationships. I am always wanting to do so much more than I am... is it fair to blame this on location? I am too restless to complete projects. Too tired to write. Too wired to sleep.