Journey

Well, I am about to embark upon the great Bus Ride to Thompson MB. Good old times on that bus, that oh so long bus ride. I cant wait... rather I can and I do want to, but I press on. There are a few things and people I would like to stick around here for, but I simply think that is my selfish self... I think. What would I gain by staying. Less sleep and litle work done. My thoughts would be elsewhere, dwelling with other people and events. My hands than useless since I do not controll them, they sit there growing cold and alone.