It seems as my departure date approaches that every facet of my life is escalating to the point of insanity. Everything: women, cars, money, my friends, my artwork, and more, is getting to the point where I just want to say "Fuck it! I'm leaving." Now is that because of coincidence, or because I know that I'm leaving soon? I suppose it doesn't matter much. I'm going either way. Trouble is, I have a nagging and growing feeling that I'll not have enough time or money to go. I just can't stop or curb the constant flow of money away from me. And I've got so much to do before I leave (or, in order to leave). It almost seems like I have two more months to live. I want to wrap it up and tie together all my loose ends. But some will inevitably remain loose.