'I'd like a one-way ticket to Hell, please'.

I've lived in Rhode Island at my father's house since the end of our last tour, which ended August 29th. I sit here now on November the 13th, attempting to figure out javascript coding, drinking my third cup of 'perfect one cup coffee' at 10am, eagerly anticipating my departure for the weekend to Long Island, maybe NYC, and Boston. A long weekend if you think about it in terms of travel and sleeplessness, but sleep and I aren't great friends as it is, again. All of that aside, it seems all I do is try to figure out how to feel like I'm somewhere else. 'The Dangerous Summer' seems to be helping a bit, my singing could use some help though, but I digress.

My initial point was to display that I now, find it funny I'm thinking of things in a 'How soon can I get out of here?' way, without any concern for where I may wind up. This list of places certainly includes Connecticut, and even New Jersey. If you had asked me two, three years ago you couldn't stop me from traveling back to Rhode Island at any cost, to stay at my fathers house, to see my mother, to find my friends.

'I'd like a one-way ticket to Hell, please'.

Its a shame, I like this weather right now.

Seems so far off doesn't it? Two, three years ago? Never fails to amaze me, what I thought I knew; or even now, what I think I know. I need a few more years...