Wow what a wierd weekend.

Self Exile... maybe... maybe not. It was wierd I jumped in the truck and took off. Oh, I forgot I have to say suv because its really not a truck. anyway I found myself outside my last house. The apartment.... house... and I realized that I am spiraling out of control. I called an old friend and as luck would have it she already had plans. It was weird being in Dekalb again. I had no purpose to be there, It was funny to see the merit that has earned the little hamlet of St.Charles light. thats what its like now... complete with a mini best buy... a best buy for mini me. Something about rocketing at 85 miles an away down country roads makes you realize that there are more important things that centerfuge tables, customer updates and Dipshit Obtuse bosses. I feel like I am defending my life and all the choice that contain it. I have shocked myself. I finally called someone on their hypocracy. Poor Little Mimbo. Cant handle when the heat gets turned up so he will continue to the next party that will tell him how great he is. Time to clean house again. By May I will be back home. I hate this place. I hate all it stands for. My biggest allies here will underestand that I am not supposed to be here. or Maybe not supposed to be at all. This blog is a refuge to me. I appreciate all the scholarly people who read me.
I was speaking to prolly my biggest advocate from a far. and She is always good to talk to. I have a plan and I tired of my life being tennative. As for you and your strega... Piss off. No Really. Lets talk about time. I live now. I live only now. Soon I will not live. Prophecy this is not. Will is what I lack. energy is what you have fed on me. I ramble too much meds... Will you still love me when its over? assuming that you do love me? I never say that to anyone because when I do its over.