there's a point when i'm travelling between MN, and WI, and IA that i wonder what it's all for. and as this is my first 'day' home in almost 3 weeks i question the fact that i've accomplished close to nothing more than half a pack of cigarettes and a full pot of coffee. this afternoon i'm on the road again for the week for work and for what it's worth... i wonder if it's worth it at all. i miss the boy, the sleeping in, the fires in the fireplace and the blankets draped over our bodies in the dark during the movie. i wonder if i still have to pick up my mail or if it's still being held at the post office. i wish the cat didn't think she ran the house but hell, she's the one that's here the most. i wonder how it is that i left with 10 pairs of socks and returned with 2 mismatched by color and style. what bills haven't i paid. do i even know how to get where i'm going on this trip? sometimes i think i'm just going to end up in the wrong city. in the wrong state. and i almost wish it'd happen because right now? i could use a good laugh.
