KerouacFemme

Bitch In Seattle
2002-11-05 04:17:27 (UTC)

Blurry Days

Monday happened today. Yet another Blurry Monday. I
wasn't hungover, but everyone around me was, so that
alters the world around me and makes it blurry to me
too. Plus it's fuckin' Monday. and tomorrow will be
tuesday, which I consider to be Monday Continued...
Monday2.
Wednesday is officially the beginning of the week,.,
thursday might have something functional occur then..
friday.. the first half of friday is a real true, awake day (only
because you're anticipating the night) but the second half
of friday is lost completely to overexcited
mental-stumbling... I live the whole week waiting for
friday. Saturday is the one true free day... Sunday is the
recovery day.. sunday night is the worst, because you
know that then it has to start all over again. There's
nothing quite like the pain of knowing that it will all start
again in less than 10 hours.

I'll be in San Francisco for Thanksgiving, and back East
for Christmas/New Years.
That should be grand.

I did nothing extraordinary today. I smoked more
cigarettes than all weekend. I forgot to smoke this
weekend. I smoked almost a full pack at the halloween
rave, then none on saturday, and one on sunday
because I remembered.

Why do I feel like that is important enough to mention?
Perhaps I should invest more time in friends...

-KerouacFemme-
-Seattle, WA




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