rexe

Packing, Moving, Divorce Papers.

Five more days.

Five more days of my own room till I get out of college.

Five days left of living with my father.

I have had no energy to write at all this past week.

Maybe after the move, after the divorce.

You ever have a day where you feel horrible not only because of your personal life but because of the state of the world at large?

You remind yourself that our problems aren't as bad as what is going on elsewhere in the world. Then you feel worse and find yourself in a rut.

Today is such a Star Trek day. Going to go find a happy episode or steal my brother's original series DVDs and find a reall b-level one. Either that or rewatch the end to Pride and Prejudice or watch Sharpe beat the hell out of the Frogs at Waterloo. Or the hell out of Rossendale.