scionreality

I can't remember if these things get time stamped or not, and I don't feel like checking. It's now 24:17. I got home about five minutes ago from band practice.

The band I've been playing with for around half a year now is... well, the romance is wearing off. They're a decent group of guys, and I've become friends with them, but I'm not satisfied with what we're doing musically.

Meh.

There are other bands in the sea.

Aside from that things are okay. Not fantastic, but they've been a lot worse. Not too bad because I'm holding steady at that 'okay'. Not fantastic because I'm holding steady at okay. I somehow always limit myself.

I'm reminded: I filled my prescriptions this week. I mean, I haven't opened any of those orange bottles, but at least they're there. Why the hell do I put it off? Why the hell have I been? There are always so many open questions.

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I can work six hours tomorrow, and I can use the money. It's now 24:27. To be there on time, I should get up at 04:00ish. I suppose I should just let it go, since I haven't been sleeping. Another familliar effect of not dosing myself up with teh happehs. Whatever. I could use the chance to sleep in anyway, and wake up feeling more-or-less human.

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Man, am I zoned out. Have fun guessing what the point here was, haha. Good morning.