you better get on your knees and pray

I really don't know where the days are going this break. Keeping up with the news has the numbers of them straight in my head, but other than that, it's a mystery how I've been home for nearly two weeks. I've had thoughts but for some reason have not been writing them down, which is so unlike me I think there must be important things going on to be at such loose ends, but at the end of the day I look back and realize, well, no, actually you slept until noon, checked your requisite sites for the day, probably e-mailed or called Justin about some job aspect (I just want so badly to be what they're convinced I will be at it. Justin and I have previously discussed the fucked-up prioritization that's putting university and the newspaper with a circulation of 50,000 people in any sort of order, and it's still not a call I can make without feeling sick to my stomach), went shopping because Gainesville is such a wasteland and prices are good this time of year, and oh, right, spent about an hour if local, three if not, of that on the road.

( I did, however, shake it up a little this past couple of days. )

( Thank you to everyone who's sent me season's greetings. )