When's Vacation?

Dang nabbit. Fuck. I want a vacation NOW.

I should have no complaints: I've been doing exactly what I wanted all day, I have good music in the background, I feel harmonious and balanced. But yet I feel restless. Not melancholy -- restless.

I've got the Graceland vacation all planned and reserved, well, most of it. Here's the banner we have hanging up in our house for the next month until our ETD.

It's fucking 6 foot long, and I bought it for the new Saturn Hybrid Vue we are about to buy...but as you can see, it's a bit too big. I'm really bad with dimensions.

But I feel agorophobic sometimes and don't want to go. Whew. There, I said it. I like being home. I like feeling grounded and knowing where the kitchen and bathrooms are.

Could also be that I wanted to get that yearbook done before I left, but there ain't no way in hell it's going to be. We gotta put in extra hours, which we have planned already, so I just need to refuckinglax.

So, when's vacation?