Summer Time Blues...

And there ain't no cure for the summer time blues...

I'm sitting in my office right now with one other person. It's a big office with a lot of desks, but they are all empty. It's the Friday after the Fourth of July and everyone is on vacation. I guess we should be working, but I did all morning, no one's answering the phones or returning e-mails so it seems like a waste.

I decided that I need to start contributing to the online world of blogging. I've had various blogs in the past, but I'm just as bad with them as I am with diaries. I start a fresh page in a new book and write a long entry. Then I'll loose it forget about it and start a new book. I must have 30 diaries at home with no more than 5 entries in them each.

That is pretty much how I roll.

I know it's horrible.

I start something and I don't finish it. I often start 6 things at the same time. There's just something so exciting about a new project, getting to the end is just so lame. I'm a mess, all over the place! Maybe that's why my boyfriend left me...

Well I'm sure there are a lot of reasons why. I think the same thing that attracts people to me is the thing that pushes them away (or makes them run away). I'm not sure I'm ready to talk about him and all that just yet. That situation is more of a mess than I am!

For now I'll just say that it's 4:20pm on the Friday after the 4th and I'm stuck in an air conditioned building instead of laying in the sand on the beach.

I want to run away. I want to drop everything and move to Hawaii and live in a hut braiding hair. What more would I need? Or throw everything on my back and ride my bike cross country. Maybe jump on a plane with only enough money to get me there. Where? Does it matter?

Sweet July.