flyonwall

saw a fun show thursday night (or actually.. 2 of them.) then caught up with people i hadn't seen in a long while.. so that was a nice night out.. kept thinking i was going home in awhile so i stayed all sober and stuff (since i left my car at the mall parking lot because i was running late).. ended up napping for about an hour when i finally fell asleep when everyone else ended up getting up.. boo!

then made it home to collapse onto my bed for awhile.. to be awoken about an hour later.. urgh.. first phone call.. i couldn't figure out what that god awful ringing sound was.. 2nd call i couldn't figure out how my alarm clock was still going when i hit off.. nor could i understand why it sounded like a phone.. 3rd call my roommate answered and i finally clued in what was going on.. blah blah worked to help out with the show/etc. ended up having time for about an hour more sleep before i had to get ready for it.. the show was fun.. i really liked the sets i played.. or set..

saturday night after work i was lame and went home.. but.. from the day before's lack of sleep.. i had a feeling if i had gone out anywhere.. i would have passed out sans alcohol..

today i've just been in a daze.. trying to force myself not dwell on a very unpleasant realization.. which is not the best idea as by avoiding thinking about it entirely i'll not get over it.. but.. well.. *shrugs* one of these i'll probably step up and say something.. to promptly find myself having stepped in it.. but.. it'll be out there.. sadly.. i always try this.. and it never seems to work so.. this explains the stupid hesitation.. but enough of this..



"Wings? I don't have wings!"
Of course not. You're a boy.