I don't feel like writing. I don't feel like doing much of anything past laying in bed, watching Frasier, and downing a liter of pinot grigio on my own. I haven't felt like doing much of anything for awhile now, which is why when I call my mom this morning after classes the first thing she asked was, "are you feeling alright?" I kept it short, I kept it sweet and hung up before I got too tired and dropped my phone on the floor.
I think after this weekend I will have my groove back (or whatever it was that Stella lost) and want to write things down and send them out across the internetting internet. I'm supposed to make money, drink heavily, and go see a band play; those things usually put me in a cheery mood and leave me with mildly interesting anecdotes.
I think after this weekend I will have my groove back (or whatever it was that Stella lost) and want to write things down and send them out across the internetting internet. I'm supposed to make money, drink heavily, and go see a band play; those things usually put me in a cheery mood and leave me with mildly interesting anecdotes.
