the other day i fell down riding bicycles [an activity which i rather enjoy by the way] and during the ensuing crashy bit i hit or bit my lip hard enough to make it bleed, then at work it was asked of me if i was a carrier of herpes, and every one looks at my with a bit more pity than usual. unrelated to this, i realize that despite having a deeply rooted, strong work ethic, i am a rather lazy person. now that im finally being promoted at work all i want to do is quit and head to the road [i nearly drove to st. louis tonight, just from getting a voicemail from a friend near there] i dont think i’ll be returning to camp this summer and hold nothing but regret for that decision as many/most/all but 2-3 of my best friends will be there and i see them rarely anywhere else. athough i deny it to myself, im still grasping the idea of quitting at the lasst minute and running back east for fun and living, ass i dont do much of that here, or rather thats all i do here, just the repetative meandering nothingness that is my everyday life when work becomes the focal point.

also, im in the market for a valentines date in the northern california area, any takers?