The "future" is really getting under my skin. The blanket catch-all of everyone (whoever they may be) seem like they're so sick to tears of everything but getting --smoking this, drinking that, eating out whichever person they fancy on a given evening. I need to go to another party like I need a hole in the head. Thank you. Even if, in some backwards pre-medicinal treatment sort of way, having a new hole in my head would help with the migraines, spiritual healing, whatever creative abilities, I just don't feel up to it.

I am thankful that I am 97% sure that I'll be packing up my backpack for a mini-vacation for Monday. Putting up with airport security checks will feel like nothing at all.

It's storming out, at least the weather matches my mood/makes me less rattled. A gift.