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Jumping through hoops, all the time. Physical hoops. Metaphorical hoops. Invisible hoops. Forever hoops. Hoop de hoop; loop de loop. Nothing is ever new.
I really miss the countryside. Like, really miss it. It's been, like, 26 days since I was last out of this city and lord do I miss it. I'd love to rent a cabin for just a few days. Or forever. With some friends, and a lake, and a log fire, and it would be glorious. Please.
On the door. It's shut. To keep the dog in. To keep the heat in. To keep me in. To keep the sound out. To keep the light out. To keep the cold out. I think that I might open it. Soon. Maybe. Now.
Ow. I'm terrified of needles. (I don't want anything to break the skin).