I made it 23 hours...
before becoming insanely bored. I must thrive off of the crazy-busy, stress-consumed vibe. And now I'm finding the oddest things to stress me out...just to take the place of my old stress I guess. For instance, as I drove to Southpointe for a little holiday shopping, I actually stopped halfway there because I could swear it sounded like I had a flat tire. Why.Hey guess who stopped by the apartment complex last night! The cops. Just another little screaming, scratching, clothes-ripping, punching fest going on in the parking lot. I love where I live.
In light of my boredom, and the warm cozy aura of safety I feel here (as I write with the deadbolt AND door handle locked), I think I might just go to Kearney tomorrow. Maybe I can get some writing done. That would be great. I'm out. Peace and love.

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