Also, the folks at Stryden are definitely not getting back to me. Not cool.
Might go back to Wisconsin this weekend. Stevens Point, anyway.
This strikes me as really odd, but for the first time in a long time, I want to go home. I do. I want to get out and away from this shit. I want to see my friends. I miss Matt. so. much. We've started having really good conversations again, and God... just... ugh. Then there's Shane, who I haven't seen in forever. I miss my boys. I miss my dog. I miss the fucking smell of my backyard in the fall, and the lake. I'm not unhappy up here, but I'm tired. I need a vacation, and I want to go home.