Soooo...

So. 

It's 11:56 on a Saturday night.
I'm in bed.
My comfy bed
Padded with layers of egg-crate foam and extra comforters that were carried home from my dorm room.
A grand total of 6 pillows.
That's right, six.


This is the second Saturday night since returning to the 717 where I have stayed home.
The house is empty and quiet
I'm alone.

A stark contrast from the previously developed routines of my weekends at IUP
(but welcomed nonetheless).

I feel relaxed, I am at complete ease.
I am not bored, although there have been days recently where I could not physically stand to be in this house for one more second. These moments are when I take drives. I took a long drive the other day... a very long drive.

But right now, as I prolong and distance myself from a hovering sleep, I can't help but think.

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about everything. 

the point of this rant, then, is to mark a point of progress.
I am still in the dark, but there is now a very distant gleam of a hopeful sliver of light
that I can trip and fumble towards.


yeah.