X-Mas Time is Up

X-Mas is over and I am slightly overwhelmed. Having returned from New York, things still seem to keep on moving. Right now my mom is yelling from the other room about exhibits in San Diego. I think she wants me to leave my room. I've been sitting in here a lot over the past couple days. Accumulating a mess of ashes, CDs, packs of Parliaments on her roommate's desk. The fan will be on, humming away. I can just smoke and sit and think about things for hours. Is this self-reflection, or a shroud to hide my idleness?