You know what?

I am really looking forward to the summer.

My life will be way easier at work.

I wont make any fucking money...and I dont care.

I'll have a vacation...somewhere.

I'm going to try to see some concert. Any concert. I'll consider it a success if I get to go to fucking Mac's and see someone that I have at least heard of.

I'll finally have enough time to have any time. For anything. Time to sit and relax. Time to breathe. Time to not let my frustrations get the best of me. Time to go out with friends that I haven't been able to see in forever. Time for a hobby. Time for a life. Time to walk up to random people and say, "Hi."

Time.

Maybe enough to smoke some fucking pot every once in a while.

The place I work was founded by one of history's biggest fuck-ups...and I don't believe for an instant that old habits left the building as quickly as we are forced to usher them out the door.

And there it is. There is what has been getting to me. And it shows. At least, I feel like it shows. I feel like I have grown up without realizing it. Or, grown up in a lot of ways and missed the opportunity to actually let it happen. Or not grown up at all and had no time to even try. Or...fuck it.

I want to be me and I have not been that in a quite a while.

Me is the guy who crawls inside of a speaker like its some sort of vibrating turtle shell just so I can be near the fucking bass. Me is the guy that has a creative shit storm going on inside that grey or pink matter inside my skull. Me is the person with hopes and dreams and enough belief in the impossible and improbable to make it happen. Me is the guy that I love to hate because even I fucking argue with him. Me is everything that I have been missing...Me is getting a comeback chance in the next couple of weeks.

And Me is very fucking happy about it.