I’m starting to feel slightly trapped again. I guess that’s what you get when you’re used to running everywhere. I’m tired of hitting brick walls in trying to work as an EMT, I’m tired of just scraping by, and I’m just tired. The fact that I’ve got some sort of sinus infection allergy sore throat whatever probably doesn’t help. So I am actually sick. In other news, I put my CV online. Still going to India. Taking photos as an official FGC Gathering photographer, while still working with kids at said Gathering. Trying to figure out what the HELL I’m going to do for a place to live in three weeks or so.

I’m a drifter, a driftin’ drifter
Got no place to call my home no more
I’m a wanderer, a wandering wanderer
Got no one to call my own no more

Got no strings to tie me down
Got no cause to hang around
What difference does it make which way I go
Got an empty feelin’ down inside
Still I need to stay alive
And who can tell what waits beyond this road
I’m a drifter, a driftin’ drifter
Got no one to call my own no more