9PM - Time To Turn Into Melted Cheese
12.13.06 (9:12 pm) [edit]I keep looking at the phone, waiting for another call. Christ, I'm out of my fucking mind. I thought it was women who were supposed to do this kind of shit.
I'm not sure whether to sit here and listen to godawful love songs or go find a sushi bar and try to make up for how bad I want to stick my face in a very particular place right now.
And I was so proud of how rational I was the rest of the day. Things tend to go awry at this time of night.
But no, I've got some old psychedelic CDs to spin (It's A Beautiful Day) and a 12 of PBR.
And this chair. And that's all I need.
"White bird must fly, or she will die." Join the club, my feathered friend.
Looks like tea for one again,
Dougie