Sunday, November 16, 2003
Well, here we are again. Sunday afternoon, deep in procrastination, wondering why the hell I even bother. I think I just need a writing regimen. Anything's better than pretending I'm gonna clean my apartment. If you were one of the two regular readers from a while ago, welcome back. If you're new here, my apologies in advance.
So, yeah. It's a glorious Sunday. I got up at the crack of noon after much not-wanting-to-get-up and slid over to Priscilla's for coffee. It was a bit of a biting morning in the shade, but the coffee took care of that nonsense. The evening prior provided much needed relaxation. I had planned to go to one of a kajillion parties that seemed to be going on a random Saturday in November, but instead ended up drunk on tequila and going home relatively early. There was some commotion. A girl. A cigarette or two. A demon possession. Perhaps it was a dream. Maybe I'm channeling the Louvin Brothers. Maybe I should stop eating Nerds in the middle of the night.
Tomorrow evening, I shall be shaking my coconuts. Details later.
So, yeah. It's a glorious Sunday. I got up at the crack of noon after much not-wanting-to-get-up and slid over to Priscilla's for coffee. It was a bit of a biting morning in the shade, but the coffee took care of that nonsense. The evening prior provided much needed relaxation. I had planned to go to one of a kajillion parties that seemed to be going on a random Saturday in November, but instead ended up drunk on tequila and going home relatively early. There was some commotion. A girl. A cigarette or two. A demon possession. Perhaps it was a dream. Maybe I'm channeling the Louvin Brothers. Maybe I should stop eating Nerds in the middle of the night.
Tomorrow evening, I shall be shaking my coconuts. Details later.
