This is the song of the night, “L. E. S. Artistes” by Santogold. The rest of the album is ho-hum, but this song is great.
I’ve had a bit of a hectic day emotionally…had a long talk with Sam at True Love this evening about our happiness, and the conclusion I came to was that I need to move away.
wrists are absolutely killing me. Work is going to be fun tomorrow.
I need to get up early. I need to stop eating my problems. I need to start jogging again.
But it’s nearly 2 a.m. and I’m not even tired. I laid down at 12:45 to stare at the ceiling for 20 minutes.
Sam brought up a lot of things I’d like to think about…Terry crap, my need to escape from the undead relationship with Zero…my general sense of stagnation.
December is the end of my life. I’ll have my A.A., but I will be living a completely different life afterwards. I need to apply for student loans. I need to decide whether I want to go to Sac State for a degree that isn’t even really what I want to work in.
I can’t believe I’m 22.
Time to stare at the ceiling again.