vacation, all I've ever wanted

It's Wednesday, and I'm at the Rumor Mill, starting my mornng really early.

I'm on vacation from work today, because I took three days off. I am so sick of that place.

I sort of just don't want to go back. Like, at all. I'm thinking of ...

Well, I'm going to start working at the spa again. I need the extra money, and I would like to have more savings, so that I can actually afford to quit. I might not resign from my work just yet. Then again, I probably should. It's vile there. I think I should probably work on the week-ends for a while, so that I can actually have some savings, and not have to worry. Then again, if I quit, I could work on the books some more. It's hard to understand what I should do, but I feel like I will figure it all out.

It's funny too, because now that I have a moment or two to write, I don't want to do it. I just want to sit around and do nothing. But I am going to force myself to work.

Yesterday, I did the same stupid thing I always do, I drank and energy drink, and had a cappucino. And I was up kind of late, and slept poorly. And I thought I would meditate with the guides, but I got nothing, energetically. It was one of those evenings where almost nothing happened. Weird.

I also watched a show called "Age of Love," about this young tennis stud, who gets a choice of dating a group of 20 year-old models, or a group of 40 year-old models. It was really interesting. I'm actually hoping he goes for the older woman. But we'll see.