After this, one more day of work left. I’m amused by what’s happening. Certain people have stopped talking to me pretty much altogether, while others are talking to me for the first time..wishing me luck, asking me what comes next. Exit interview tomorrow. I crack my knuckles in anticipation. I’ll leave it at this: I have some things to say.
I’m nervous, so nervous. My plans unfortunately fell through for tonight so maybe I’ll just practice guitar, meditate on what’s coming. Write my heart out, pack for the trip to see the family. And wait. Wait like a champ.
I feel like disappearing. I guess I’m kind of doing that by getting out of town this weekend. Eh, I don’t know. I’m tired and stressed and I feel unbelieveably disconnected.