I couldn't decide if I wanted to do it, so I figured I should get it done while I was making up my mind.


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I left my cellular charger at Caffeine on Friday. My phone has been dead all weekend.

I kind of like it.

Ma: "You look tired."

Me: "Yeah."

Thinking: You have no idea.

This past weekend was successfully spooky ( Read more... )

I have never felt like a worse friend.

I am fucking scum.

Ahhhhh. It's only nine o'clock. I've been sitting here doing absolutely nothing since quarter to eight. I hate when classes are cancelled and I don't know it until I drive out to Murfreesboro.

I'm going to go upstairs, find a chair, and read Madame Bovary until I fall asleep.

See you at eleven.

Everything has been strange since I got back. Maybe it's because I'm spending too much time alone. Maybe it's that I'm tired of Nashville again. Maybe it's because I've been thinking too much about too many things. Or maybe I've been thinking too much about one thing in particular. Maybe I've been listening to too much Bright Eyes ( Read more... )

I just found two 2 dollar bills in my sociology text book.

Cool.

I'm supposed to catch a show at the Belcourt at 7.30. I cannot make this entry in five minutes. A five-minute entry is hardly an entry worth making at all. And neither are most of the other entries ( Read more... )

I can't sleep.

I'm so tired I feel like I'm going to puke.

I have to wake up in two hours.

I need a break. I need a day off. I haven't had one in over a month. I won't get one until the weekend I go to New York. That's over two weeks away.

Fuck!