Man I'm staying in this aisle for a bit too long. With reason sort of. I've been thinking and freaking out about way too much. Looking for an apartment, looking for financial aid, looking for couches to sleep on, looking for roommates. Trying to figure out where the hell I'm going.
Things are all up in the air. All up in the air. Multiple things and they are falling, and I've got to catch them, and I have no mit. And I have to breath.
Ok... that's good. I'm set.
The waiting for things is driving me batty. Batty.
I'm normally pretty much ok and level headed, but right now? No. I've got an ex pining after me, a pseudo ex after me, I have old friends bailing on me, and I have gotten myself into something interesting, I think, or maybe not, I don't know.
I figure once I get to New York things will be a bit better. Less to think/worry about. More oportunities, more to do.
I either need a smoke or a stiff drink right now.
Possibly both.
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