Out of Wine? Oh...

After a completely idiotic day I’m finally sitting down to write and rant a little. I just reread what I wrote about NY. I don’t get much traffic here, and frankly I’m not surprised. Effusive might not be a strong enough word.

I had two exams today and while both were in the classroom they both still felt like a bad Proctology department visit. Plus this damn wisdom tooth is fucking with me. I’m on antibiotics, which I hate. And I have a pain I didn’t earn through exercise, which I also hate.

I just have to make it through one more week. Seven little days. I’ve been so good this semester at staying up on things and that will be my saving grace. No catch up, just have to hold it together through exams. I still have these gems that pop into my awareness. Little memories of moments, big, time-consuming reflections that distract me from what I am supposed to be doing.

I can still smell that city on the clothes that sit un- unpacked in my room. Damn, what a little flavor of The Road does to me. I can’t wait for the next plane ride, the next air-chariot to climes yet unexplored.

I really did run out of wine, how did that happen?