Slightly short of; not quite; nearly.
Done.
My time in Farm Country will soon come to an end. With the closing of my last show, I now sit in limbo waiting to graudate. Yes: I have classroom obligations to attend. Yes: I have a Showcase to prepare. And yes: I have to get ready for my move back to Mormon Country... but my first instinct is to sit with a bottle of wine and drink myself into a spicy, sulfuric haze, idly thumbing through my phone contacts wondering if there's anybody out there who wants to hear my slightly intoxicated voice wax poetic about being in a state of almost.
Solitude. Such a good word don't you think? And twiddle. I really like twiddle.
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