Wild Times and Brand New Sayings

Speedwalking with a "Million Ancient Beasts"

Felt like doing this. I suppose it's time that I stop smuggling in those "I MISS ENGLAND!" conversations into the mix, as that's all I seem to talk about sometimes. I can't help it; I think I've developed the idea that when in Europe, life's too fabulous to get sad, so of course, it's the place that I'd like to be most of the time. However, I'm here and it's where I'm staying for a long time.
For now, it's work work work, and I should be doing more of the kind that doesn't really earn me any money- you know, the stuff that "builds character" in a completely non-anti-semitic way...just the stuff that makes you feel better after knowing that you would have done nothing with your day had you not been in an office or behind a counter. That's how I feel I guess, since whatever else I do outside of that just doesn't feel like enough. I wouldn't trade anything for hanging out with friends, but it would be nice if I could just get that damn book at least started, or play the piano again. But of course, I'm a girl of words. If I can't articulate my communication by pen or pencil, it's going to be a long upward battle, for that's what I have desperately wanted to do for years. Wish me luck, or tell me to get off my ass and do it.