find my direction magnetically

thank you, eddie v.

what would prompt me to write this much in such a short period of time? the nagging voice in my head convincing me that i won't be able to write again until tomorrow night because my time will be as filled up as a red plastic cup that i tend to hold with a vice-like grip at any semblence of a party thrown by people my age.

i am so unbelievably excited for this last show and so unbelievably sad, because even though many of them have promised to do improv, i will have to go at least two weeks without seeing these faces a million times per week. and many i will probably never see after this year is done with. how sad.

but i can't grieve yet, because i haven't gotten to that point of mourning as of yet. yet. who knows, i may be stuck in this town just to raise enough money to get out of this town; but God, i hope it doesn't come to that.

i am torn, and between a few situations. travel is not the only thing that occupies my mind.

-d