i’m nearing the very end of my rope, i believe. i’m just so tired of packing and/or unpacking that i could really just throw myself from the loft (that i have a loft to throw myself off is, of course, pretty damn rad). i feel as though i have been living in total and utter chaos for months and months when it’s really only been about 6 weeks. i’m so exhausted that i can’t even seem to form many cohesive thoughts, at least not any that i can string together to turn into any kind of sense that anyone would understand.

tomorrow i have to go back to work and that sucks some serious ass. i haven’t practiced in like two weeks and that sucks even more serious ass. no wonder i’m so fucking crabby and tired and out of sorts.