a35mmlife

so everyone had fun. i packed. and packed. and still have so much more to pack. i hate packing. i loooooove unpacking! but i hate packing. its more about the lugging than the actual packing. the packing itself can be fun. just not dishes. its the newspaper. crinkling newspaper on china... *shivvers*

i ran across all these old photos from times i sometimes forget existed. me at raves on drugs. me in high school breakdancing. me with various women (some of which have husbands and babies, others track marks). my 'best' friends, who looking back, I shared nothing in common with what-so-ever. pictures from london, tel-aviv, monaco and prauge. pictures of a younger mom. a healthier dad. a happier sister. a happier me. looking at these used to make me smile and giggle. today they depress me. i must change that.

im tired. perpetually tired. i dont sleep enough. i feel like its a waste of time. there are so many things i could be doing. but then i do them and dont enjoy them cuz im tired. oh my.