Behind these eyes
December 14, 2005
It is officially my last six hours in my house as a tenant. It feels a little weird and surreal, but I am teetering on the edge of a deep sleep and general insomnia. Crazy, huh? Insomnia is winning out. As usual.
My hope for tomorrow? That I can finish packing my car in record time, eat something normal for breakfast (because we all know that I hate breakfast), and make it out of town without seeing my father cry. I aim high, so we'll see what happens.
My thoughts are somewhat incoherant at this point in time, so I should end this.
Goodbye everyone, next time I write, I'll be in the great Northwest.
