Lousy Smarch weather...

I almost bailed on work today, it was snowing that much, but my power was out and the extra sleep wasn't worth thirty dollars, so out I went.

It feels great to be back to my routine. I will miss this life so much when I leave it for good, and I'm glad that next year I have the opportunity to do it all over again in a different place. A place without supreme winters. I'm back in my element: planning, running, working, singing and dancing my way through the snow and slow-walkers. Skipping through my shift, serving several friendly faces, sharing the news and talk of our breaks. Visiting with coworkers and getting the skinny on their lives, we are all racing towards graduation. Wandering back towards home, I hit Krista outside the Arts Building, barely recognizing her in a borrowed coat and lovely, sexy new hair. Got food with her, came home and will be off to class, class and hopefully beer later on.

Was singing myself home when I came across a song in my head that I didn't expect to be there. And it got me thinking: on occasion I have felt manipulated in relationships, or more rightfully, that maybe I was dating someone as a crutch, and that they knew it. I am sure that on occasion I have been a crutch for someone else. But as often as I insist that its good for nobody, what is wrong with having a crutch for a while as long as you recognize it as temporary? Nobody wants one forever, but we all need a little help walking on our own two feet sometimes. So what I'm really asking is, where's my glass of single malt whiskey hidden in the bottom drawer?