I'm being a good boy. I don't know why.
The problem is that I so badly want to communicate, but I don't want to be called weird. So I keep my metaphorical mouth shut. Maybe the thought counts for something.
Idiots at Rich O's.
That was it. I'm positive.
Ha, I remembered!
For 10 seconds, I found a proper mood. It's gone now. Also, there was a girl out front who I made out with once, but I can't remember her damn name.
HatGirl isn't coming. Waaah!
I was looking forward to feeling useful. Maybe tomorrow.
I think we got our wires crossed. Or maybe I dreamed the whole thing?
I think I'll go to Burger King. The non-haunted one this time.
Okay fine, I'm jealous. It's supposed to be me. We're wasting time.
Sure, go ahead, just keep twisting that knife. Don't expect that I'll ever start to like it, though.
It's a full moon, so I'm recharging my rock, so watch out world.
Bad new can be considered good news when it's a gazillion times better than what you'd feared.
Okay, she was really intense. Moreso than I'd ever seen. I should heed her intense request.
Rogue Chocolate Stout! Yay!
But what if the treasure has already been found, but our intrepid explorer didn't see it, or refused to see it? What about that?
Dinner at the haunted Burger King.
I wonder if things would be different now if they'd been different in early
Spring. I guess my ego is forcing me to believe that things would be
Managed seven hours of sleep. Now I'm hungry and thirsty, not necessarily in
Well that wall of exhaustion is behind me now, and here I still sit. I think
that tonight it will be time for medication.
What a weird and annoying and surreal and hopeful and funny and sad night that was.
Only 3.2 miles tonight. I'm such a slacker.
I'm hoping that the news isn't too bad, because sometime tomorrow I'm going
to hit a wall and have to sleep.
I've asked a hundred times, to no avail. It's just fucking mean. As if I
needed another reason to lose sleep tonight.