Is it 9 yet?

That's really all I'm thinking about right now, at this moment. Nine is when my love calls me, or so he said he would. And I know that will help me. Help me through this funk that is my life.
Why can't life be glamorous? I can tell you what the opposite of glamorous is. Its my life, for the most part, right now. The life that wakes me up in the morning, wondering where I will be 10 months from now. Not with child, you dirty dirty little minds. I just hope, 10 months from now, I won't be here. Here, is in West Stockbridge Massachusetts, living in a house that was built in 1810. Living in a town that hasn't changed, superficially, since... who knows... 1900? And me, working for my father, in a job that causes depression just by sitting down. I have a college degree and years of professional experience and extended learning. I have lived abroad, and got by on my own. What am I doing now? Photocopies! And Stapling! And creating folders! Gee I'm so glad I spent 4.5 years studying nonsense film. BECAUSE IT IS TOTALLY PAYING OFF! Seriously. I haven't had "I want to jump into the future" fantasies since I was in high school. Perhaps, me thinks, because I am being treated much like I was in high school, NOW, by my Dad and Step mom. Let me tell you how AWESOME it is to be 26 years old and have your step mom comment on your table manners. Its like, grade A.
I don't know if I can go on right now. Dwelling on the present makes me want to cry, all the time. I just talked to my boyfriend though, and he made me smile. I have that, and that is worth more than I can ask for. Stepping up starts from the first step. And if you have a strong supportive first step, that makes you feel safe to move forward. If you think about it that way, then maybe things aren't so bad.