One bad thing about working here on the dark side of the moon is that I'll
have to wait until Saturday to get a haircut. I look like a hippie already -
by Saturday I'll probably look like an asylum escapee.
Since I seem to be the only one who cares about what's happened to us, I wonder why I'm even bothering.
After three months, I'm reminded of why Monday mornings suck.
I'm back home now. I don't know why.
I've been talking to MixedSignalGirl. It was informative. I need to write a blog entry.
Now I'm at Jack's for some reason. I'm very afraid that this one drunk fucker is going to try to talk to me.
This could be huge, if it lasts.
There's a dude here rocking a very stylish ZZ Top beard.
Some days it seems like every place in New Albany is haunted.
I'm having a hard time getting motivated to go eat. I hope that I manage to
motivate myself before I starve to death.
I need to go get something to eat. I have no idea what I want, though.
...no matter how many times I count, I keep coming up with one.
I've been doing boring stuff all day.
I'm having actual fun. Me, of all people. But I'm sure that reality will
creep back into my life before too long. Probably when I next try to sleep.
Fucking reality, I hate it.
Now I guess we're going to Rich O's. Cue the ominous music.
Mine says, "Get your mind set... Confidence will lead you on." HatGirl's says, "A handful of patience is worth more than a bushel of brains." Crap platitudes, both of them.
I am so close to something right now. I never thought I'd be this
close. Not in a million years. Not ever.
Tomorrow I get to hang out with HatGirl! I'm so excited!
This place sucks. Everybody keeps pressuring me to take risks that aren't worth taking.
They told me Dragon's Milk was on tap. I got excited to tell HatGirl, then they said it was in bottles only. That was mean of them.
What a glorious day it is, and it's made even better because it's Friday. So there.
It's so peaceful out here at this hour. I really should flip my sleep schedule on purpose, so I can enjoy these warm peaceful nights while they last.
I'm in a writey mood tonight. But first, I'm in a sit-in-my-garage mood.