Today was a day and a half,
and I'm confused, guilty and a little hurt.
I'm Not The Sun by the Arkells sums it up pretty well,
except I don't know which character I'm playing.
We switch all the time and I need to figure shit out before we're in too deep,
but I'm about as incapable as it gets at having these talks with another human.
This boy scares me and I don't know what's right.
Goood morning,
it is 10AM and I am just getting home.
Last night was a fairly incredible one.
My friend Dax's band was playing,
and I hadn't met the bass player yet.
I'm fairly certain I experienced love at first sight last night.
No alcohol required.
I went back to his apartment and we talked for like 6 hours.
Holy shit blonde girl what've you gotten yourself into this time.
Good morrow.
I am deadly sick of staying up to 4 AM and then waking up at 7,
So I am not only mentally lacking in sanity but my circadian clock is also severely fucked, nice one. Point for the blonde. Who I am playing against is beyond me to.
I'm also reading War & Peace for the umteenth time.
There is nothing I can get lost in more absolutely than Tolstoy.
