too much coffee and cigarettes once again....another night of waffle house mischief with my sexy friends. i hate leaving all these wonderful people behind. and i've been taking way too many of my anxiety pills lately to keep from freaking out about all the chaos in these last days before the move. my main concern is that i can't bring all 200 or more of my books. an empty bookshelf or no bookshelf at all makes me feel all dirty inside. i'm just taking a few joseph campbell books and the tibetan book of the dead and baba ram dass' be here now. sadly...the guitar will have to come later. damn those bag checking costs. i keep thinking about the ending scene of wicker park....what an amazing film. i cry every time. watch it; you'll understand.
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gaslight:
The town you figured out about 1.5 hours NE of you?
freudianslip:
oh leaving books behind.... never a good thing. I'd need valium for that shit...