Long Story Short ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- one hour God this day must END! I'm so b.o.r.e.d One more hour and I can sneak out of here...one more hour of doing nothing and pretending to work and zoning out and, most likely, eating junk food. Gotta get home and get packin', throw all my shit, Bailey's shit, Hunter's shit, and Professor K will throw his own shit, into tiny Blau. Drive to the highway to promptly get stuck in three-day-weekend going away traffic. The good thing is that once the traffic is over the vacation starts. I don't mind the drive up because the excitement of getting up there builds and builds. The drive home sucks quite a bit more, when things just get more and more urban and we know that the closer we get to home, the closer we get to work. I'd like to stop at the NH liquor store on the way up and buy a few bottles of wine. Professor K and I are in serious need a nice mellow romantic evening. We passed over our sixth month anniversary like it was any other day - mainly because it was the day after my brother's wedding. Yes we had it off work but we spent it traveling. We attempted a "yay! it's been sixth months!" but it was truly, truly pathetic. This weekend in Vermont is sort of our make up for the lost anniversary. Work and the details of living have been getting in the way of us lately. I've done shitloads of productive stuff this week but I haven't felt very lovey dovey. This weekend is guaranteed to change that - we're always close and snuggly in Vermont. 3:51 p.m. - 2004-10-08 -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
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