my room is toasty and warm thanks to a ceiling and door made of plastic and a heated blanket. i was so warm this morning, i ended up an hour late for work. more news to come...
why are all of my friends alcoholics? why don't we all just get together every night, and try to kill each other. i think that would be splendid. what have i done since i've lived in chicago. not a fucking thing. i've been a complete shit. wait! it doesn't matter where i live i suppose, i'm just a shit! i'll drink to that!
hey sara, hey patrick, on friday let's practice. i thought i was going to milwaukee this weekend which would have been fun but we would have had to wait to practice til' sunday. but now we have friday, saturday, or sunday to do it. i'm dying.... let's practice! hopefully i don't die in practice. won't you please grant a dying boy his last request?
i was three hours late for work today. no one cared. my tire fell off of my bike yesterday, boo. i had a great night last night. i got off of work early today. i put new strings on my guitar. i gotta go.