So I woke up and made a cup of coffee and stared at my pictures for a minute. I read Dave Smallen's blog and it made me wish I were out on the road again. He always does that to me. Makes me want to drive across Wyoming at 2 a.m. stopping at creepy gas stations. Drive across Nebraska, mid-afternoon, humming along to Bob Dylan while everyone's asleep.
I took a shower, and cleaned up my room a bit since my grandparents are coming, and I'm the only one with my own room so....
I'll be sleeping on the couch. I don't really mind so much. I'm just thinking it feels good to be in a normal life. To not be sleeping all day on Saturday because I worked a grave, you know? To be doing normal chores and talking to my parents like we used to. To run errands with my windows down.

"Suppose I kept on singing love songs,
just to break my own fall...
just to break my fall."
-Regina Spektor