I have a dentist appointment tomorrow.
There's nothing to say, as usual. Things happen but when I finally get the chance to write about them, I decide that they're unworthy to be remembered.
Well, to make this entry substantial, I just finished reading Memoirs of a Geisha. It's amazing, and I recommend it x100. But it's one of those books that puts you in a depressed-like mood because the whole story is told many many many years after it happened and the character is an old, shriveled-up woman looking back on her life. And then when you're done reading it, it's kind of like death, and you feel weird.
I don't fucking know, okay? I'm tired.
P.S. I spent the last three days in Manhattan. It was fun. And I don't feel like typing anymore sooo. Yeah.
Well, to make this entry substantial, I just finished reading Memoirs of a Geisha. It's amazing, and I recommend it x100. But it's one of those books that puts you in a depressed-like mood because the whole story is told many many many years after it happened and the character is an old, shriveled-up woman looking back on her life. And then when you're done reading it, it's kind of like death, and you feel weird.
I don't fucking know, okay? I'm tired.
P.S. I spent the last three days in Manhattan. It was fun. And I don't feel like typing anymore sooo. Yeah.