i haven’t had a vacation in a long time…

so i think it’s safe to say that i am going a little bit stir crazy.

actually, a lot of bit.

the last time i went anywhere that could be considered “out of town” was approximately 10 months ago…

and it felt more like running around in a different state than it did relaxing in one.

so i have begun to unhealthily spend my days perusing an infinite portion of sites, pictures and articles that display anything holiday-esque in order to gain some momentary sanity…

because if i don’t take a timeout soon, i might just lose my shit.

i have worked consistently since the age of 15…

from part-time jobs to full-time employment, i have unfailingly managed to have some sort of paid obligation that i needed to show up for every day.

and after 14 years of this steadfast loyalty, i think i am entitled to say, “look, i’m just fucking tired”…

or maybe even, exhausted.

but because of my unwavering work ethic, i actually feel a sense of guilt when i don’t show up to my regular routine…

and i am getting pa–retty sick of it.

the longest i was ever unemployed for, from that age until now, was a little less than two months…

and i think i hit some sort of slight depression then.

because as much as i can sit here and complain about my tedious day-to-day tasks, i know that i am the type of person who can never not hold a paying position…

my level of independence has become dependent on my paychecks.

but even with that being said, i deserve a goddamn break.

and not anything touristy either…

something that allows me to sleep in and wake up only to spend some more time snoozing under the sun…

on a secluded tropical little beach…

with a cliché umbrella-d cocktail in my hand…

and an obligatory photo opportunity of only my knees and the ocean horizon in the frame.

because as of right now, my daily grind is doing nothing more than grinding my gears…

and i desperately need a lengthy sabbatical before i dangerously snap.

calgon, take me away!