December 13th, 2010

bug, sad mac, crash

People are supposed to look forward to vacation, right?

So how come I feel like I'd have more fun stabbing myself than planning my winter vacation? Right now my delayed-gratification circuits just aren’t making the connection that planning days of plane rides, hours of train rides, dragging luggage halfway up and down the east coast, making countless sets of plans and reservations, and coordinating all of this with twenty different people is going to pay off more than just staying the fuck home.

On the other hand, since staying home isn’t an option (my family would kill me and there are too many people I want to see) I better get my ass in gear. Who’s gonna be around? :-)