I want to have to time to do absolutely nothing. Stay up all night. Drink coffee until it comes out of my ears. Drive around and listen to a good song. Blow all of my money on stupid things I don't really need. Read books and books and more books. Learn from the surroundings. Inhale.

This is what I need to do. Nothing.

I've got a whole fucking lifetime ahead of me, as far as I know.

One day I want to sit down and read all of the words I've kept in here. Because this journal has been through everything. Hell and high water. Laughter carried up to the moon on those summer nights. And the laughter is still going up to the full moon. It was tonight on top of the bridge. As I tried not to spew coffee on the steering wheel. Laughter is pure medicine.

I'm glad I'm still here. In the same room. Just floating. I'll worry about the rest later.