so I'll just drive and disappear

My bag is packed, the bed is made, I'm dressed and ready to go. I'm leaving for home straight from work tonight, and I won't be back until Monday afternoon. No one here knows about it. It's like I'm planning my escape from prison, and I love every second of it.

I'm the most impatient person you know. I hate waiting for anything, which is ironic since I work at Disneyland. But here I am, waiting to hear if I've landed a new job, abd if there'll be a spot available for me at another apartment. Normally, waiting drives me crazy. But I work so much right now that I'm barely thinking about it. It doesn't speed up the time, but it takes these giant, looming things off my mind for a tiny little bit. 

So that's something to be grateful for. That, and daring jailbreaks down the 5 freeway.