Loading ...I’m sitting here listening to the shrill, relentless fire alarm - through my earplugs. It goes off several times a month usually. Its a false alarm, it always is. One day everyone in the building is going to burn to death when they make that assumption. But I won’t be among them.
I suppose thats one of the good things about getting the hell out of here. I just wish I knew where I was going. I’m trying to get a ride to my hometown but so far, that hasn’t been working out.
I’m packing anyway, because I’m going to have to leave and go somewhere. I hate the packing. The choosing what to take and what to lose. Again. I feel like I’ve done it way too fucking much in my life recently. Well at least I’ve had practice. I should be getting good at it.
Buy me a beer!
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Sounds like you’re not having a great time of it right now. Alarms, packing, ugh…
FWIW, sending good thoughts your way.