I just heard a silent pause.

I'm so sick of summer that I'm starting to revert to loving every minute of it. Now that I've found a reason to have free time, the time draws short, and I start to remember that, oh, shit! I have to make all of the plans I wanted to make for the rest of the summer this motherfucking week. Including making shirt prototypes, scheduling a photoshoot, and hanging out with Jonney before he and I both go our separate ways for the week of semi-vacation. He's going to a paintball tournament, and I'm being orphaned. Did I mention that I'm kind of totally loving on this kid? Yeah, I am. In any case, it's already Wednesday and I haven't even gone to buy any of the shirts I need. Time is running out.

It's a pretty distinct feeling, actually. Like sitting in an hourglass, watching the sand sift until you've gone half mad with boredom, and then all of a sudden you blink and realize your foot is an inch or two away from the vacuum swirling downward and away. I'm getting sucked into a vacuum that doesn't even exist.

I want to go back to school pretty badly, just not so soon. I feel like I must get this shirt business up and running before school starts. Nobody is cracking a whip against me to do so. On the one hand, it would be better to wait until I can cover the finances of three twenty-dollar shirts from American Apparel. But on the other, if I get the shop up quicker, I'll have more time to replenish those finances. Sigh. This is me thinking aloud, and it is totally boring to anybody besides me.

It's times like this I wish I could sort of just crawl into Jonney's arms and fall asleep. But the sand is slimming down, and I can't turn the hourglass over from within. Battering the walls with my tired and bruised body seems to be a failing operation.