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- I'm on vacation. I've done a lot. I hiked up a mountain today. I hiked up a mountain on Saturday, too - the first uphill hiking I've done in a long time and I woke up that night feeling like my quads were cramping up. They weren't cramping, they were just really sore. Really, really, really sore. So sore I have to use commas in between adjectives, which I don't do anymore. So sore I could barely walk on Sunday. Sorer than I'd ever gotten from running. I made cookie dough - it's chilling right now and tomorrow at 9:40 a.m. precisely I will begin to bake the cookies. That will be fantastic. I swam, I slept, I watched movies, I haven't read books yet but maybe tomorrow. I am supposed to be deciding what I'm going to do with my life in the next month and instead I find myself just missing the town I've been living in. I miss it. And, ehhh, maybe my job isn't so bad - I do have good benefits after all. There's all the stuff I have going on in that town and my friends there and fuck, I just miss it. If I were there tonight I know what I'd be doing.
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