i'm prone to preconcieved notions of miserable times every job i hear i am going on. i miss maritza, i miss cop warmth, i miss leather hedger, i miss my family, i miss my couch, i miss my records. too many ideas that could have potentially turned into audible hatred have been tossed aside. everyday i am away i lose more and more ambition. i'll be home for the holidays then back out again. college here i come, either that or become a burnout after saving a couple of grand over the next few months.