Today marks my last leg of not-quite-spontaneous work until I go to Dallas for a week. I work 7:30-7 today, and the same tomorrow. Hopefully after work tonight I can pack everything and do my laundry, and then have tomorrow night free for a) Into the Woods, b) some other movie, c) some general hanging out with any of two people (lol), or d) wasteful sleep.
There is this remarkable idea in my head that makes me believe that I am becoming very boring. I believe it is because I am not doing anything over the summer, really, other than work. The past summers have been the best in my life, and this one has not worked out so wonderfully. I don't regret it yet, since I have enjoyed each day, but I wonder if I'll be able to remember this season in a year or two, or whether it will be just a vague time slot amidst semi-frantic college business.
I build up images around people that I want to get to know better, and have to remind myself constantly that the conceptual may not match the actual. I'm going to end up regretting that first part because I forget about the second.
More thoughts, but work beckons, and I can't miss this bus.
May you know Joy,
Chris