Tuesday, May 15, 2007

Freaking out

Hate job. hateHateHATE! AAAARRGHHH! Help. Why, why, why? Paycheck. Only for the paycheck. Virginia? MFA. Poetry. LOVE! But my love is left. And where to live? WHERE? Need a home! How to get there...not just me but my stuff? And I'm just so tired, my feet and mind and voice. A month and a half...I just have to get through a month and a half. A month and a half? All I have left with this city...all I have left to get ready...is a month and a half? It's a blink. It's a lifetime. And I'm freaking out. A lot.

1 comment:

Gwenda said...

Deep breaths, take deep breaths. It's all going to work out just fine. *big hug*