  Burning up the plastic, I am. Just bought a ticket from New Haven CT to San Jose CA, finalizing my participation in a trip that's been in the works for a few months now. I am strangely excited about our big road trip, although there's so much drama surrounding it that our plans might go up in smoke in the next three weeks or so.
I want to write about this more, but I think I will just wait to see what happens in the interim. Spent the evening sleeping, the morning just sucking down motor oil coffee and bumming around in my bathing suit. I fell asleep after swimming yesterday, just crashed right out with a book on my face. My phone rang all night in the blankets next to me but I never woke up enough to answer it. So much for my exciting Friday night! I feel like listening to rock and roll and going to the lake.
I feel like sunshine and dandelion wine. Last night I dreamed I was building a sandcastle. (And so castles made of sand...melt into the sea...eventually...) Lately I wonder what I am doing with my days, if I am spending them wisely or just wasting them. I feel sometimes like I am throwing coins into a fountain. But then again, I'd really regret it if I spent this time of my life all business. So I am going to wait until my friend finishes writing a letter and get the hell outside. 
