I’m not usually the kind of person who wishes away days, weeks, months.  But that’s currently me.  I just noticed it’s July 7, and my first thought was I can’t wait for July to be over.

I have no reason to dislike July, other than the fact that maybe once July’s over then August will be over, and then first semester and then second semester and then maybe, just MAYBE, by then I’ll feel Awesome again.

Or at least not bad.  I’d totally settle for not bad any day.

Aside from gloomy loomies on my horizon, there IS the Mexico trip to look forward to.  I have a countdown on my iGoogle homepage.  As of press time, I will be leaving in 10 days, 16 hours and 14 minutes.

Hopefully when I come back I’ll be tanned, relaxed, rejuvinated.

I’m so tired of thinking that maybe this thing or that event or by May 2010 I’ll be “normal”.

Maybe I just need to find my new normal.  And maybe it’s not yet time to go looking for it.