Routine. Predictability. Knowing.
I feel like my mind is in hibernation.
I'm ready to move on from Cazenovia and everything in Central New York.
I'm a caged bird with no plan and no where to go, just the need to get out burning through its chest.
Maybe Senioritis is hitting me early.
Maybe I'm a burn out in a town of no change or controversy.
I'm going to watch "I <3 Huckabees" and hopefully find inspiration before work.
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