do you ever feel that life is so up in the air that any decision you make will be the wrong one? fuck i hate this feeling! do i finish my masters degree? do i move to denver? do i take the girl back and try to make things work? i think my head may fucking explode! all this and my lease is running out at the end of the month, i have community service hours to finish, and all i want to do is get drunk so i don't have to think about any of it. fuck it - back to making maps for the man...
no golf this week for me, because it is so humid, I feel like my skin is wet everytime I step outside...it's so gross and sticky...