Nothing to Create

I have done absolutely nothing today.

I sit in my secondary gray tshirt, that says USMC on it, hording my coffee stash, begging Delta employees to find me a seat on a plane, and you better believe I played the cancer card, looking at what still has to be done on my list, wishing I was anywhere but here, wishing there was a bookstore anywhere near here, wishing my words didn't fall against the door of a freightcar.

I guess I could do my taxes.

I hoard that money, waiting to come back waiting to have an apartment to come back to, wanting to use the funds in order to not be stressed when it's time to move...home.

Now, this is blather.

I'm sure I'll find more to blather about later on...