I'm laying in bed writing because I'm not nearly tired enough to sleep.
Summer is going good. The pool is a nice place to work for the most part, especially on days I don't have to be manager.
I just miss my city, adventures, and late nights with Faith pondering life. I miss 5 a.m visits to Kathryn's front room couch to watch an episode or two of Law and Order. I miss coffee-shops and bookstores.
I need to stop sleeping so much. It's going to run me into this monotonous pattern everyday that's going to lead to me being depressed. I realized this tonight when I caught myself painting my nails and playing word games with strangers on my phone for fun. I need something to be dangerous, exciting, daring, or fun to happen. My life is nothing but working, watching movies/tv, and sleeping. I played with puppies and kitties at the animal shelter today, and worked out....but still, that's not what my empty spot needs to feel fulfilled.
If I could just find someone or something to occupy my time, that didn't feel like a chore, I could feel somewhat satisfied.
I guess I was warned that Murray is pretty dead in the summer, but I guess a lot of other factors outweighed that factor when making that decision.
Do I regret it? No, not necessarily because I still have a better job and living situation, but I still wish that we had at least somewhere here I could sit up late at night writing or reading besides my apartment. I wish that my best friends I grew up with were here to get into trouble with me, or that there was trouble to get into. I don't even have the excitement of sneaking in or out anymore.
New goal of summer- get excited about THIS life.
Anywys, it's almost my sad new brain bedtime.
Out!
