Livin' Like a Family of One: Christopher Columbus

It's Friday morning, which is almost the best morning there is. Saturday is probably the best morning, and Sunday is a close follower, but I've always been drawn to Friday. The mood surrounding is the mood of approaching freedom, much the same as the mood of Sunday is the mood of approaching servitude. This is a clear indication that I do not find myself living in the moment the majority of the time. In this sense, I'd rather be promised a vacation than actually take one. Much in the same way that my favorite part of a meal is not actually eating it but the moment it's set down in front of me-knowing that I have this entire meal before me. Then I eat it as fast as possible. Or I sleep in on Saturday. I waste the prize because I already got what I came for: the dream of it's potential.

Tonight I will not go swing dancing. I had a blast last time, but I believe I will have to make this a cost-free weekend as much as possible. Drinks are paid for Saturday night, courtesy of a ""teacher's meeting."" The double-quotes are to remark my thoughts on the situation as well as my boss' insistance on putting the air bunnies around the term every time he brings it up. I wonder what his game here is...

As I read the blogs of friends, enemies and frenemies, I see that mine is rather trite. It's basically my Journal but in a more cohesive order and lacking most of the spray glue and crude erotic finger paintings. I'm not dousing you with any knowledge on history or current events. My take on the surreality of living abroad in no way dips into a larger consciousness and pulls out what you never knew was there. But if you were wondering what I had dreams about last night, this is the place to find it (country roads, meth and swimming with my niece as a baby).

My ears aren't popping like they should and it's driving me crazy. God damn it, man.

Okay, people are here and I wanna see 'em. Love life, Babies. Kiss kiss.

-LS^2