road trip

Yesterday wasn’t good.  I got off to a later start than I wanted because I kept having panic attacks.  Or, maybe it was one big one that never really got under control.  Either way, it was pretty bad.

I have three small tote bags, two laptops, and a taxidermy chicken. Seven joints are rolled in a plastic bag, are stashed deep inside a plastic USPS bin. The truck is well and truly packed. The only thing left to do is round up the cats. It’s time to leave. We’ll catch up in Virginia.

It was another day of doing nothing. Have I mentioned that I’m just tired of this shit?