Familiar Recklessness

I am procrastinating and eating nutella from the jar. I am trying to shake this lethargy. Of the past 24 hours I have slept away half of them. The fall is making me sleepy. I'm beginning to hibernate in blankets and movies, warm drinks, and sappy books. Work has slowed now that things are up and running, it's comfortable. School starts Tuesday and I'm only thankful that I can go back to my routine of breakfast with Beth, lunch with Lisa. I can only sum up the past few weeks with a line from a Killer's song, "Lazy days help me through the hopeless haze," and one from Regina Spektor, "Some days aren't yours at all, they come and go as if they're someone else's days." But, despite my sleepy disposition the past few days have been memorable. I spent lengthy time with best friends. It was as if the universe was apologizing for the tease of vacation. A vacation that could end at any time isn't really relaxing, especially when you don't know what consequence it brings. So, the universe was apologizing and slowed down work, fed me lots of sushi and caesars, let me go out on Friday, allowed me to survive through Clubhouse kids and Art Attack classes, and brought on perfect sweater weather. And now it's Sunday, my day for rest and supposedly school work. Mind you I'm still going to work tonight and skating. But, a few hours of an empty house is all the weekend lazy-ness I need. Anymore and I'm liable to go slightly crazy.

I wish I was travelling through the U.K. freely with no obligations and one of my friends. Oh god we'd have so much fun bashing through London. No time limits, no responsibilities, just days of brand new adventuers and nights of familiar recklessness.

I've been exercising my imagination again. Lots of sleep does that for me.

Much reckless love