I’m willing to wait for it.

One more week.

One more week.

Friday seems so far way. Five more days.

Five.

Then we’ll be off through the New Year.

It’s been a few years since I’ve stayed in LA for the holidays.

2015.

Not sure what I’m going to do.

I usually spend my days here at Volcano doing some writing, getting my yearly bah humbug out of the way and then, I don’t know.

Christmas Day, I usually go on a road trip somewhere with Pickles.

The rest, it’s a laid-back do nothing type of thing.

It’s usually my detox from people pro-solitude type of thing.

Looking forward to it.

I’m not trying to think too much about it.

I’m not trying to plan it.

Let it go. Go with the flow.

Let’s see how things roll.

Tired.

Still sick from last week.

I’m still fucking sick from last week.

Getting old sucks.

On the mend.

That’s what I’m happy about.

Slow. So slow.

I’m slowly getting back there.

Slow.

School.

I’m behind.

So behind on my online class.

Python.

Need to get back on it.

There are so many things that I need to catch up on and maybe I’ll use the break to do that.

Catch up on my coding.

Catch up on my schooling.

Catch up.

I’m so behind.

Work on myself.

Work on my growth.

Pivot.

Pivot to something else.

Pivot.

2019.

So close, yet so far away.

Not sure what you’ll bring and that brings me a little joy and a little apprehension.

It’s a fucking crap shoot.

Life.

…I’m over this.

Can’t think.

Can’t focus.

My creativity, drained.

I need some help.

…still sick.

I’m blaming it on my illness.