And I don't even have a job. I just need to get out. It's pretty brutal not having a car, your home sweet home starts to feel like a prison. Especially when there always seems to be some nasty smell leaking through the cracks around the door. And it's dreadfully cold.
So I told Jeff, as I drove him to work today (I have to pick him up around 2am), that we need to go somewhere. Just fly away. We're thinking somewhere on the east coast. It doesn't have to be hot, just warmer than here. 60's sounds good. We'll only be able to go for a long weekend.
It doesn't neccessarily need to be relaxing. We can do a little bit of adventure.