Nine Hours And Three Minutes

Listening: There’s not a lot to say about the things caught in my mind. And as the day was dawning,my plane flew away with all the things caught in my mind.

With less than twelve hours until I hop the plane to Europe, I find myself thinking about what I'll be coming home to in a month. My kid sister will be gone. My grandparents will be gone. My job at Chez Henri might very well be gone as well. Friends have been slowly scattering over the past couple of years. Some are coupling. Some are moving away. Some are fading away. It's interesting to think about what this month may mean to my life and what will happen to it upon my return from Europe.

Today, amazingly enough, I was able to do just about everything that I set out to do. I have my cell phone unlocked, a pac-safe, got some family errands run, cleaned out my crap from the grandparents' place, packed my pack, watched the Red Sox win, had dinner with some friends, cleaned out my wallet, made photocopies of important documents, set aside my clothes for tomorrow, made important phone calls and generally got shit done. I wasn't a pleasant person for most of the day. I was stressed and just out of my damn mind.

It's half past three in the morning. I'm becoming delirious. I should just go to sleep. Yeah. Sleep. Cheers. See you on the other side. Oh and I almost forgot. For those of y'all who want postcards, e-mail me your mailing address and tell me where you want me to send you a post card from. I can't promise you all post cards, but I can promise you that I'll try. I mean, if I'm eating breakfast alone some days, as I'm sure I will once in a while, I could bang out a postcard or two. Peace.