You have just now realized that you are going to Ireland in like 3 day. 3. Where the hell did the time go? You still feel like its months away. Excited you are, mentally ready to be full out strung, no. You have only today made sure your music collection is in tact and properly organized and labeled. Today. What a sad state of affairs. There is laundry to be done, people to annoy, packing, alcohol tolerance to build, and counless other things that have only now decided to priorotize themselves in your brain. Bit slow on the uptake. Hell you really don't know what to make of it all. You will be calling your friend so that you can at least hear their voice one more time should your plane go up in a ball of flames or some other horrible accident. Morbid really, but true. Better to have been able to speak to them at least one more time. You also realize this mean two weeks without Gaia. Not that your addicted or anything. It's just somehthing you've built into your daily routine and the thought of breaking that routine brings fears that you won't be able to re-establish the pattern. You also want your medication. Yes, you want the drugs. It's pretty freaking apparent you need them if you wish to avoid further life-threatening and generally stupid mistakes. You also realized you will have to re-establish a habit of hand writing your journal entries. Scary thought, hand cramps galore here we come. On the other hand your hoping that you can magically absorb the ability to play irish music. Not to mention absorbing lots of alcohol. Not too much but enough to have some fun. Right. You now realize you should be working on those newly prioritized items instead of typing a long useless journal entry on Gaia.
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