pica_pica

well, that was the worst sleep I've never had.
I really can't remember a time when my thoughts have been so tumultuous. a runaway train.
Laying there for hours, half awake half asleep, rolling from side to uncomfortable side.

worst part of it all is that I don't even know what I'm thinking about.

I need change, and it's comin.

I'll be packin up my humble abode and moving.
Not far, likely, but I've been living in this apartment for 7 years now, and a whole lotta shit transpired here. A lot of good stuff, a lot of bad stuff, and I think a new residence is just what the doctor ordered.

(Well, actually, no... it's just what that notice taped to my door ordered, but after about 13 minutes of freaking out I was able to convince myself it's a very good thing.)

Ok gods of beautiful hardwood floored apartments with french pocket doors and bigass old clawfoot victorian tubs.... let's see whatcha got for me.
Pretty please with murphy's oil soap on top?