I am about 90 hours away from forgetting anything and everything about a dusty, little town I lived in. Maybe I'm a little bitter for wasting my time and money, but I can't help but feel like this little hiccup will be forgotten with one or two celebratory beers.
I was looking forward to summer, now I just want to jump back into 2003. I'm nervous. I'm sure everyone is worried they won't achieve what they set out to, but I feel like I'm the right type of lazy...and with a hint of procrastination, I just might make it happen.
Slow to the punchline, slow to the pickup.
May 3, 2009
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