Sep 29 2005
it’s just that i’m trying to post something every day
It’s definitely not that I have anything to say. Today was pretty much entirely nondescript. I think I ate a handful of potato chips for breakfast. Yes. Yes, I did. I ate a handful of potato chips for breakfast. I also didn’t really get anything done today and everything is irritating. But I try to keep it in perspective, see, because I can remember that two years ago, I was drunk and unemployed and about a month away from the blitzkrieg of bad decisions which culminated in me waking up nearly dead on my bathroom floor. And as irritating as it all is, everything is better than that. Except I was thinner back then. And I liked my hair better. I had really good hair that year.
Where did that come from? I have no idea. I’m apparently in a bad mood, and I’m going to blame Portishead, because, well, I can. Before this gets any worse, I’m going to go to bed so I can not sleep all night long, which is something I’ve perfected over the past few weeks. And that’s nice. I like being good at things.
