I have a Nine Inch Nails ticket for Friday.
And I'm still in the midst of moving, and school, and both are kicking my ass in equal measure. I don't want to do either. I keep thinking, in the back of my mind, "Okay, all this moving stuff was fun and all, and staying in the hotel for awhile was okay, but when do I get to go home?"
Then the answer comes back that I don't, because someone else lives there, and I have to go "home" to the dusty construction area place with the concrete hallways where they use power tools from dawn until dusk.
I know I make it sound awful, but on the inside it is actually very posh and nice. I just hate this feeling of transience. I don't know how transients do it.
Curi.
And I'm still in the midst of moving, and school, and both are kicking my ass in equal measure. I don't want to do either. I keep thinking, in the back of my mind, "Okay, all this moving stuff was fun and all, and staying in the hotel for awhile was okay, but when do I get to go home?"
Then the answer comes back that I don't, because someone else lives there, and I have to go "home" to the dusty construction area place with the concrete hallways where they use power tools from dawn until dusk.
I know I make it sound awful, but on the inside it is actually very posh and nice. I just hate this feeling of transience. I don't know how transients do it.
Curi.
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MARVY. I am going to steal that from you.