lost_cause

"I'm tired of sleeping with myself
I'm tired, all these drinks and drugs no longer help
I'm tired of lying about not thinking of you
Maybe my friend Peter can tell me what to do."

It can only get better from here. Midterms have come and gone, it's Saturday night and it has stopped raining. My abs have finally stopped hurting so now I can actually walk around without looking like a total jackass.

Expectations/Plan of Attack:
(1) Party @ Matty's; consume mass quantities of liquor.
For no apparent reason the following monologue springs into my head:
"Does thust have thou a mug of ale for me and me mate? He has been pitched in battle for a fortnight and has a king's thirst for the frosty brew thus thou may have for thust." ~if anyone cares, name this movie
(2) Wake up @ 5AM tomorrow to drive up to the lake, pull the Nautique of storage, and have a huge day of wakeboarding.

The training begins.

Current Tunes: Alkaline Trio - My Friend Peter