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allfireburnsI can't get my brain to work for tags today, and everything I'm writing is shit. This is not conducive to me being in a good mood.
And I can't stop thinking, and it's driving me crazy. A large part of that is probably that I haven't been able to leave the house for ages because we don't have a car and trying to walk any distance at all, really, sends me into a coughing fit of DEATH, and that's if my heart doesn't freak out and try to make me pass out... but I feel like I'm losing my mind a bit.
I have a picture I took a couple years ago, of snow falling outside my dorm room window, and it's all gold in the street lights and. Just. Gorgeous. I ran across it earlier today, wandering through folders on my computer for one reason or another. I loved New York in the winter. I want to go home.
Failing that, I want to be anywhere but here. And the fact that everything we do - right down to being able to go out to get fucking groceries, much less moving - depends on Evie's dad not being a flake and actually helping us get a car, which he said he would do yesterday, is not helping my mood.
I always liked road trips. I am so ready for this one. Any fucking day now.
Also, I want a frappuccino. Pumpkin spice. Yes, that's completely trivial and mostly unrelated to anything, but I don't care. It's a thing.
And I can't stop thinking, and it's driving me crazy. A large part of that is probably that I haven't been able to leave the house for ages because we don't have a car and trying to walk any distance at all, really, sends me into a coughing fit of DEATH, and that's if my heart doesn't freak out and try to make me pass out... but I feel like I'm losing my mind a bit.
I have a picture I took a couple years ago, of snow falling outside my dorm room window, and it's all gold in the street lights and. Just. Gorgeous. I ran across it earlier today, wandering through folders on my computer for one reason or another. I loved New York in the winter. I want to go home.
Failing that, I want to be anywhere but here. And the fact that everything we do - right down to being able to go out to get fucking groceries, much less moving - depends on Evie's dad not being a flake and actually helping us get a car, which he said he would do yesterday, is not helping my mood.
I always liked road trips. I am so ready for this one. Any fucking day now.
Also, I want a frappuccino. Pumpkin spice. Yes, that's completely trivial and mostly unrelated to anything, but I don't care. It's a thing.
