You know how when you're reading a book you can skip ahead a bit and see the future of the story? You don't read a lot, just enough to get a glimpse of where things are heading.

I wish you could do that with life.

Looking forward to Los Angeles. Looking forward to Phoenix. Looking forward to New Orleans. Looking forward to getting away for a while. Not looking forward to figuring out what I'm gonna do with the dog. Running out of friends with no pets. Oh well. It'll come.