From raining to pouring.
After a pleasant dinner of grilled chicken and steamed veggies w/ olive oil, I thought perhaps the night might at least shift into neutral.
I was mistaken.
My plans for the weekend went down like a house of cards on ice.
It is times like these that I miss the city, desperately. Even if things didn't go as planned, I could still ALWAYS find something to do to entertain and distract myself from my perpetual disappointments. Sometimes it was a one-way ticket to oblivion where the only way home was to hitchhike, but that's the meat & bones that stories are stewed from.
Perhaps I'll buy myself a new book or something. I'm out of things to read and that doesn't improve my foul mood. Out of booze and out of books... how's an escapist supposed to manage?
Good night, everyone.. hope everyone else's day was better than mine.
I was mistaken.
My plans for the weekend went down like a house of cards on ice.
It is times like these that I miss the city, desperately. Even if things didn't go as planned, I could still ALWAYS find something to do to entertain and distract myself from my perpetual disappointments. Sometimes it was a one-way ticket to oblivion where the only way home was to hitchhike, but that's the meat & bones that stories are stewed from.
Perhaps I'll buy myself a new book or something. I'm out of things to read and that doesn't improve my foul mood. Out of booze and out of books... how's an escapist supposed to manage?
Good night, everyone.. hope everyone else's day was better than mine.