I don't think I'm going to get it. I want it too much, and I can see it too clearly... usually when that happens, I don't get the outcome I want.
This weekend, being a long weekend, I'm going to buy some nose strips, whiten my teeth again, test out my new sleep-mouth-guard thingy, shave my legs, tan and drink a real beer for the first time since I've been back.
And then I'll lie awake at night and stare at the cieling just thinking. Kind of like tonight.
I'm not really sure what to call the mood I'm in. I'm reasonably certain I don't like it.