I have a day off in three mere days! I'm ecstatic, let me tell you. After 29 consecutive days of work, I desperately need one. I haven't told anyone that I have the day off yet. I want to 'run away from home,' but I might just stick around. I could always go kayaking...have a cookout...whatever. I haven't figured it out yet.

Last night I made it to the homestead for a little while, other than that I didn't get much accomplished. Didn't even make it to the bar...wow.

Jeff called me last night, and I actually answered. I think my biggest problem with him is that he has two completely different personalities. The first is Phone Jeff. Phone Jeff is kind of a jerk. He has a few shining moments, but other than that I find myself yanking the phone away from my ear and giving it the finger. The second is When I See Him Jeff. When I See Him Jeff is a very sweet guy, surprisingly considerate, a great listener, gives great hugs (not to mention ego-boosts)...I kinda like When I See Him Jeff. The problem is that I'm around Phone Jeff more than I'm around When I See Him Jeff, which is why I end up not wanting to deal with either Jeff any longer.

Why do I bother? I don't know. I get lonely sometimes. It's nice to have some type of male contact. I know I could get that anywhere if I really wanted it, but I've known him for a long time. I'm comfortable with him. I know I should stay away, given my situation, but sometimes it's nice to be around him. Another bonus? He's a busy guy. I don't have to see him very often, which is just fine by me.

As for working the next three nights...I'd rather be buried alive for the weekend. I fantasize about moving to Montana all of the time. I'm wondering how much it would be to fly there, rent a car and a kayak, and take off for a few days. I'd probably never come home. I could be one of those "squatters" or whatever they're called, living under a tarp in the woods, eating baked beans out of the can...Of course, I need one of those crazy eyes that looks the wrong way all of the time. That would be awesome...they could call me "Mad-Eye Melgun." I'd be better than the Blair Witch.

Ahh...Fantasies...