Music: MIA - Paper Planes - Kala
Mood: Displaced
I'm not used to this. Being at home on a Friday night. Usually I'm jetting in every direction, making plans and trapsing about the city of angels with various groups of hipsters. It's what I consider the highlight of my week; getting out and about the Hollywood scene. But for some reason, I woke up and just said no. Not today. Not this time.
Doesn't really mean anything...I think I'm just exhausted from buring the candle at both ends.
On that lovely note, I have made plans for tomorrow night. It appears we're jumping the gun and going to do the St. Patricks Day scene two nights in advance. Besides, getting torched on a Monday doesn't make a whole lot of sense. So its off to Santa Monica for a pub crawl. We're hoping to hit every Irish pub within drunken-stumble distance. Let's see if this works.
All is good these days. One test down, three more to go. Most probably going to sneak out at the end of the month for a quick reprieve in San Antonio. Nothing exorbitant, just a chance to catch my breath and take stock of how Ale's doing.
At the beginning of this post I was feeling all sorts of crazy. But in the span of some six minutes, I've become quite sedated. I really owe it to myself to write more on this thing. It appears to help in some sort of bizzare make-you-think-about-what-you're-trying-to-say-so-you-realize-what-an-idiot-you-are fashion.
So far, 2008 has been good to me. There's been a ton of improvement already, and we're not even half-way thru March. I like my odds of meeting all the goals I 'set' for me self.
Me thinks I need another drink (so what if I'm at home, doesn't imply that I can't booze the evening away with HBO by my side. Don't judge me you sychophants. You know you'd do it too).
And with that, I bid you adieu.
Mood: Displaced
I'm not used to this. Being at home on a Friday night. Usually I'm jetting in every direction, making plans and trapsing about the city of angels with various groups of hipsters. It's what I consider the highlight of my week; getting out and about the Hollywood scene. But for some reason, I woke up and just said no. Not today. Not this time.
Doesn't really mean anything...I think I'm just exhausted from buring the candle at both ends.
On that lovely note, I have made plans for tomorrow night. It appears we're jumping the gun and going to do the St. Patricks Day scene two nights in advance. Besides, getting torched on a Monday doesn't make a whole lot of sense. So its off to Santa Monica for a pub crawl. We're hoping to hit every Irish pub within drunken-stumble distance. Let's see if this works.
All is good these days. One test down, three more to go. Most probably going to sneak out at the end of the month for a quick reprieve in San Antonio. Nothing exorbitant, just a chance to catch my breath and take stock of how Ale's doing.
At the beginning of this post I was feeling all sorts of crazy. But in the span of some six minutes, I've become quite sedated. I really owe it to myself to write more on this thing. It appears to help in some sort of bizzare make-you-think-about-what-you're-trying-to-say-so-you-realize-what-an-idiot-you-are fashion.
So far, 2008 has been good to me. There's been a ton of improvement already, and we're not even half-way thru March. I like my odds of meeting all the goals I 'set' for me self.
Me thinks I need another drink (so what if I'm at home, doesn't imply that I can't booze the evening away with HBO by my side. Don't judge me you sychophants. You know you'd do it too).
And with that, I bid you adieu.
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