A Lil' Blurb

I haven't really been in a wordsy mood lately. Part of that might have to do with the fact that I was sick for two days and basically slept like 36 hours total. Anyway, I was going to try to write a post to throw up before I ran away to the mountains for a day, but blech. I started like three different things and none of them sound right so I'm going to just postpone.

I've been reading far too much John Muir and Jack London lately to not feel the need to go crawling around some kind of wilderness this weekend. And while my bank account might protest about this, my mental health will not. Nor will the crushing sense of doom that my time here is just draining away. I've only got twelve weeks until the end of the semester, and then two or three past that which will be spent in this goofy place that I love so much with one of my favorite people on the planet.

But after that? Home. Home, America, and Upper Michigan. I'm not ready to deal with being an actual adult again, and having rules, and forty hour work weeks, and bills to pay. The Taco Bell and IPA parts will be enjoyable, as will the whole dog thing, but the general hubbub of having to be a first world person is not something I'm looking forward to at all. Especially because I'm so clearly well equipped for developing world living and so completely ill equipped for being a functional human being in any kind of first world society and economy.

So to the mountains I go! Cause I can at least plug my ears and close my eyes and go "la lalalaalala!"and pretend that I'm a fantastic grown up! That's an acceptable coping mechanism, yeah?