I'm sitting in my room, unable to believe I haven't even been home 24 hours and thinking that I'm off in a little over 48. My suitcase has yet to be unpacked from my last trip, let alone packed for my departure on Saturday...
Where have the last two months gone? Well, really, where did last week go? It was so wonderful, but such a whirlwind.
There's so much to do between now and when I leave, and instead of being responsible and doing those things, I'm sitting on my bed writing some silly, little blog. Oh, the things that possess me to do the things I do...
I can't keep ignoring all the things that must be done; and, more to the point, I can't think of anything else to say. I can seldom think of anything of merit to say. I write painfully short letters and e-mails. Eloquence has never been an ally of mine and for that I apologize.
Time to be productive
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