thisisalladream

this is written before work, nine minutes before i am suppose to leave to be thoroughly accurate...

i know, i know. all i seem to talk about is moving and other sad facts in my immediate life. i do apologize but considering, it *is* all consuming. i will make an attempt to keep it short and simple:

there are a few things i am looking forward to, the possibility of things, so i am trying to remain hopeful. i really am trying. i just hope the air of disappointment is not rapidly approaching...

i have a glimmer here and there, but my head gets in the way. of course. i dissect every single syllable and the way in which it was delivered. this is headache inducing to say the least, but there really isn't any other way no is there.

rhetorical.