keep calling me crazy in 2013-2014

My job leaves me with a lot of mixed feelings. Like when they're working on reclassifying me into a promotion, but also saying things like "stop wasting your resources and find a man in town. It's only your loins dragging you to Charleston." I'm not entirely sure where the line is between teasing and harassing anymore, which is a nice big glaring warning sign, and sometimes it feels like the hooks to keep me here are more like the surprise bouquets after getting playfully shoved into a wall.

I told Aaron last night, "You have no idea how much I want to ragequit this town." I am so ready to go.

Soon. Soon.

But!

Tomorrow I have a fire dancing master class. And at the last minute, one of my former student workers agreed to dogsit for me so I can take off to Charleston tomorrow evening, whenever I'm done playing with fire and balancing candles on my head. Then me and my grandmother's ring and church clothes and whatever else I bring with me are hitting the highway for the long weekend.

Happy early birthday to me.