need. more. power. please.

i’ve been sleeping so poorly the past few nights… nightmares, tossing and turning, waking up at 5am, unable to fall back asleep. it’s not a real problem, as my work schedule is completely flexible, but it’s still annoying. i guess i could blame the heat wave, or my sore tattoo [pleasantly scabby, thankyouverymuch] or my incredible daily consumption of caffeine.

oh well, no biggie. after finishing the latest issue of the magazine, i’ve been working to move our very busy website to a new host, which has been pretty painless but very time consuming. otherwise, just catching up with friends and recovering from last weekend.

my financial status/job status is causing me eternal grief. what i wouldn’t give for a 9-to-5, paycheck-at-the-end-of-the-month job right now. i know, i know, the grass is always greener… but i’ve been broke broke broke for a good 8 months now, and it’s really taking its toll. i want to bond with my friends on the playa, i want to get mad in madchester, and i want to continue my yearly therapeutic tradition of ibiza mayhem relaxation. but, i can’t, unless i want to push my plastic little friend into the land of 5-digits.

the only true hobby i have is travel, and i haven’t been on a friggin’ plane since christmas. before you call me a spoiled bourgeois pig, let me point out that i live an otherwise thrifty life… i don’t splurge on clothes or furniture, i live in a very thrifty apartment, and haven’t saved a penny in years. travel is what i love to do, above all else, and when i don’t cram myself onto a plane every month or two, i start to get reallllllly antsy. like now.

travel is the world where, even moreso than in london, i find myself following impulse, opening myself to new experiences, allowing myself to admire the world, letting myself be as vulnerable as when i’m in love.

stamp my passport, bitch!