the relaxing

i've forgotten what it feels like to have nothing to do.
my calender says, "no events in the next 7 days," which makes me relaxed.
But also freaked, because i don't know what to do with myself.

vacation is nice, portland is cold, it might snow tomorrow.
i hear the bay area is dying, good thing i'm missing it.
Augustine is apparently still alive.

I have tons of paint in my hair, but i refuse to wash it.
i won't see keith until the 19th, absence makes the heart grow fonder?
hmph.