Because my life is an open book

I have no idea what to blog today. I have plenty on my mind, and there is always Arnold's love child, but I am in this weird fog at the moment.

I worked all day on end of the semester evaluations, a literary journal and my class for the summer. I did not get any one thing completed, but I did make some headway all around. I just keep thinking about my life and where it is now.

Strange place. Right now I am so indecisive that I feel the molecules of my body reaching outward, wanting to break away and float into the many directions I feel drawn. But at the center of my being is my heart, the anchor, which wants to stay put. Unbelievably. But tomorrow is another day. I made a promise to someone I love dearly, which I hope I can keep.

Someone should seriously hide my passport. My wanderlust is liable to turn into all out panic in about 12 hours.