i've been moping about for a few days, mostly about my job--i think the wide-eyed love affair with my organization might be over. things are beginning to loop. we keep repeating ourselves and having the same meetings, practicing the same things, making plans in excrutiating detail over and over again.

and, while this may not surprise anyone else, i can't just "skip work" like it's class. apparently, they pay me to be there and not the other way around. the free-magpie that lives inside me is trying to escape, and all the racket in there is making it hard to remember what i'm doing here in the first place.

expensive f-ing state--and really now, does a girl need to be from texas and then end up in jersey? i have vague fantasies of picking up and running away to...somewhere that feels less like polyester and more like canvas.