i'm waiting for my man.

sitting in coffeehouse limbo waiting for a phone call. always at the whim of some stupid phone call. i am waiting for my former employer to cough up the grand he owes me and then i will drive across the mountains dragging all my expectations behind in my ancient honda.

i suppose i could spend my last hours in ohio doing my laundry or seeing friends who i probably will not see for months or years or ever, but it's being in limbo that kills me and i would just be a cranky asshole to everyone. so i'm thinking about money and thinking about the drive and the mountains and the joy of abandonning everything i love. i don't think about the things i don't love that i leave behind. but there are several somewheres in which the things i love sit like little islands left to their own devices and i think this may be the only way i'll ever learn anything.

so where the fuck is the man with the money? send me over the mountains already, goddammit!