27.1.14

But lately I've been sleeping all alone.

I was supposed to have a nice night with the house to myself this evening.

Which is good. The week has been six kinds of shitshow. Seven or eight kinds, really, depending on how inheriently bad you take the events that term refers to to be - much of the week has just been really, really confusing.

I was going to put something else here, but let's maybe do that some other, cheerier day. Everyone is already having "fun" tonight I think.

I was supposed to have a nice night by myself, as it is Lisa's turn to go out with her version of the boys. Unfortunately, the girls are not as interesting as watching me sleep or play video games or something, because that lasted till like 1030.

Lisa is an amazing person, who I don't appreciate half as much as I should. But it's really, really nice to just be by yourself sometimes.

I wish I had some fresh pomegranates.

I'm lousy with advice. This is the wrong thing to be talking to me about, to be honest. My only knowledge of this particular topic is my interest in you, and while I feel safe in saying I'm not biased, it's pretty hard to tell you what I honestly think without seeming to be. I can also draw on my experiences and choices and tell you about them, but you've seen how my relationships turn out, right? And what would seem to be pretty obvious facts about you guys may not be at all the case - I really don't know.

You are more than welcome to, because hey, I'd like to think I could talk to you about that stuff too, and you'd listen. I just think it should be clear that I'm pretty bad at giving opinions on things like this.

Oh well.

I caught up with Mikey again today, and he says the party was all good and that I was in the right in the end. Seems pretty irrelevant when I think about it hard enough, but I did have a pile of fun running that show for a bit.

I'm surprised my head doesn't hurt. Actually, I feel pretty darn good right now, at least in terms of mental clarity. My lungs are killing me, but that's a different mess, really.

1 comment:

  1. This party was, I'm pretty sure, the first night I took a serious interest in Sarah. Nothing happened until much later. I have no idea why I never wrote about that.

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