Nowhere Fast

Today was one of those days (following on the heels of many days like this one) where I sat.
And thought.
And sat some more.
Ate some fruit.
Devoured a novel written by a friend.
I have spent the last couple days holed up inside of myself, so to speak.
I'm thinking and trying not to worry about the end of this tour; specifically, what I'm going to be doing with myself at the end of this tour.
And where I am right now.
I cut myself off a little bit from the group, to clear my head, to sleep and think things out and to get a grasp on myself.
I know I'm going to be alright.
My friend Brett floated a pretty huge idea past me a couple days ago that I am still marinating on. I know that's kind of cryptic, but that's also about as specific as I'm going to get about it.
We went out to dinner, having made plans to go The German Restaurant, but were thwarted in our efforts when it developed that we should have made reservations. Instead, we stopped in a Boston Market, where there was much hemming and hawing about do we eat here, do we get it to go, do we pay separately or together. The inanity of the decisions that we were unable to reach irritated me to a point where I withdrew again, mentally, and waited for my cohorts to come to some sort of communal agreement. They did, we got our food to go and now Leah and I are sitting on our beds, having eaten, watched an episode of the Simpsons and discussing the merits of "Step Up & Dance", a Bravo reality show.
I have a feeling I'm going to finish that novel I started today.