The 24th Year Itch

Ok, so it's hit me today--and made me quite nervous--that times'a running out.

I had given myself an unofficial deadline (similar to George W.) of pulling my troops out and leaving home. I had casually told people closer to the beginning and middle of 2005 that around Xmas and New Year I would be interested in starting to begin to think about looking for a place to live in Bruce.

Well.....it's here I suppose.

My mom said that in another week or two my brother will be heading up a convoy back to Kuwait, which means a few weeks after that he'll be home. My dad will surely be along shortly after by a month or two. My idea was in order to gain sympathy I would pretend like I was staying at home so my mom wouldn't be alone---and to totally hide the fact that I'm scared to death of leaving b/c I'm gonna starve by the end of the first week.

So now that it looks like everyone's coming home I guess I'm pushing myself out.

Plus, I'm feeling the need for beer and cigarettes more often now, and it's not like I can step outside right now without catching much hell.

So, now I have something else to mull over and get an ulcer about.

There is the option of a roomate, but that would only be for occasional company and someone to wake up with. Besides, there are only 3 people I would even consider as a roomie.....and most likely they don't know blog this exists. So, sorry, I'm on my own.


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Alone again...........naturally.

--Gilbert O'Sullivan