All this writing about Anchorage makes me want to go back there.
They're not doing the breakfast menu until 3:00, so I have to eat regular food.
Fireflies keep flashing and, for a second or two each time, I always think it's my phone that's flashing.
Paranoia level 9.7, so I'm staying home tonight.
In the harsh light of the new day, I see that my brilliant idea may not be
I have had a brilliant idea. Now all I need are the cojones to follow through.
I kinda want to just walk home, but it's all uphill, and it's supposed to rain. So I guess I'll drive like a lazy person.
Sometimes it's fun, or at least therapeutic.
I'm a straight single man. I like hot girls. Hell, I like all girls.
HatGirl is here! Yay and yay and yay and yay!
SassyGirl is hitting the road again. I'll miss her, of course.
Going to Rich O's now. Paranoia level is around 6.2 or so.
I'm wondering about something again.
About four miles tonight, I think. I really didn't want to come home.
It's a nice night for a walk. I only wish all the detour-traffic would go away.
Now I'm getting pissed.
Had a nice lunch with a nice girl who is trying to find me a nice job. Now I'm having a nice Marzen at Sportstime.
Battling inertia, and wishing that was my only foe.
Sitting at Jack's, drinking a Gumballhead, pretending that everything will eventually be okay. Not good, but just okay.
If you are, then act like it, and if you're not, then don't act like it.
Every now and then, I am stupid. Tonight is one of those times.
I'm staying home again tonight, but if was out playing pool for money, I could be a millionaire by now. I don't think I've missed a shot since noon.
I've earned every bit of this, so I'll thank you very much for not giving me
crap about it.