Things’ll happen, but not to me.

by statia on March 2, 2004

It’s been one of those weeks already. I can’t wait to go to Boston this weekend. It’s going to be so much fun. There will be drinking, and drinking, and ooooooooooooooh, did I mention drinking? I have a bit of a sore throat, which I’m fighting. After a shitty night last night, I ended up not sleeping, which sucks. I hate not sleeping well. Tonight I have a date with some valium, because I didn’t go to the gym, so I know it’s going to be the same thing tonight.

I’ve come to the conclusion that I’m not destined to be lucky. With the exception of the fleeting kind of luck. Chances are not something I should be taking. Walls need to always be up. I need to take stoicism lessons from G-dog.

I’ve been in a melancholy music mood, which will be great for the drive up to Boston. I find driving and listening to music one of the best things for mind clearing, and thinking. Of course, this only goes for one way. On the way back, I’ll be pissed off and annoyed that I have a six hour drive, and anxious because the Sopranos starts.

you and i

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