Christ on a crutch.
I've been wanting this since January.
And ... there is it.. the 19th...
I have a lot of feelings about ... stuff... about what I will be doing when november 5th hits.. when I come back...
I think most of those feelings involve packing.
I went into work for my paycheck (got one more coming to me...) and signed seperation papers, exit review.. that shit.
Patricia asked me 'what happened' and I said "well, you read the letter."
and she said "okay, but all of a sudden?" and I shook my head and laughed and said that, no, it wasn't all of a sudden, it was a slow creeping death, and that I knew better, and that I was never gonna forgive Chris Mitchell for being charming and convincing.
And I added that I had this whole world open to me on the other side of the country and that I was going to pounce on any chance I got out there.
and I'm pretty sure I wasn't just spewing bullshit.
I'm a little scattered.
I saw The Others today.
Wasn't what I was expecting at all. AT ALL.
I was impressed actually.
I .. yeah .. I'm going to seattle.
I think I know who I'll be meeting... and who I won't. I dunno. Maybe I will. Maybe I'll go meet allie. ::shrug::: Just say 'hi'
I wonder if she'd actually do that.