Not that it's bad (quite the opposite), but it is damn fucking uncomfortable. I get... sorted, then completely turned around and I'm forced to reign in the rampant emotions with logic. It's a retarded self dance that drives me batty but seems to be as ingrained to me as breathing.
So I missed out on hanging out with one group of friends (sowwwwweee) to see another. Slubby's in town. So this weekend I saw just about everyone I've known for ten or so years and spent some time with them.
In addition I spent the weekend drinking, smoking cloves, and making business plans. Fun, fun!
I love this thing. I can write about something on it and an hour later feel better. It just helps to get perspective I suppose. Not that any of you bitches ever comment or anything so I just gotta talk to myself anywho.
I am so sleepy... being up till four several nights in a row and then being at work at nine really takes its toll on a guy! Still I'll probably be out till four for as long as I can...