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i am exhausted but cant sleep.
friday night was another night spent in a hospital waiting for a friend for hours on end. it was more terrifying than last time.
Bill Clinton was in the bookstore wednesday night. this is kind of a big deal. i wasnt there.
allison emailed me but didnt respond to my response. is this a big deal? probably not. john would probably mildly berate me for dwelling on this for so long. it has been two years, padrick. she is done with you.
i should probably be more subtle because i guess she still reads this. so here goes: padrick, you need to refrain from making the entirety of your interactions with people focus on how it makes you feel. selfishness is not a charming quality.
people are happy, i reckon.
did i mention that bill clinton was in the bookstore the other day? he was.
my mother has requested that i start taking antidepressants again. like she even knows anything about anything.
in a story that actually makes me feel some pity for my stepfather, i learned that he works from about 6 a.m. to about 2 a.m. with an hour for lunch and two hours for dinner in the evening. i guess he may be quitting. i could probably feel more sorry for the guy if i cared.
i may get to hang out with john tomorrow. i dont know what time the NCAA Championship game is. i kind of want to watch it.
i went to mako's the other night. the guys and the girls were quite attractive. that night really instilled in me my dislike of downtown orlando. what a shithole.
i finally washed my pants. i had to. they were covered in vomit. it looked like i pooped out of my pockets. that would be a really cool super power. i would never be lonely.
i head to boston and maine in a little more than a month.
opening day is today. go baseball.
this is getting too long and i exhausted any creativity i had in the first sentence. it is no surprise that no one reads this anymore. i am like the orlando weekly of livejournals: absolutely no content.
friday night was another night spent in a hospital waiting for a friend for hours on end. it was more terrifying than last time.
Bill Clinton was in the bookstore wednesday night. this is kind of a big deal. i wasnt there.
allison emailed me but didnt respond to my response. is this a big deal? probably not. john would probably mildly berate me for dwelling on this for so long. it has been two years, padrick. she is done with you.
i should probably be more subtle because i guess she still reads this. so here goes: padrick, you need to refrain from making the entirety of your interactions with people focus on how it makes you feel. selfishness is not a charming quality.
people are happy, i reckon.
did i mention that bill clinton was in the bookstore the other day? he was.
my mother has requested that i start taking antidepressants again. like she even knows anything about anything.
in a story that actually makes me feel some pity for my stepfather, i learned that he works from about 6 a.m. to about 2 a.m. with an hour for lunch and two hours for dinner in the evening. i guess he may be quitting. i could probably feel more sorry for the guy if i cared.
i may get to hang out with john tomorrow. i dont know what time the NCAA Championship game is. i kind of want to watch it.
i went to mako's the other night. the guys and the girls were quite attractive. that night really instilled in me my dislike of downtown orlando. what a shithole.
i finally washed my pants. i had to. they were covered in vomit. it looked like i pooped out of my pockets. that would be a really cool super power. i would never be lonely.
i head to boston and maine in a little more than a month.
opening day is today. go baseball.
this is getting too long and i exhausted any creativity i had in the first sentence. it is no surprise that no one reads this anymore. i am like the orlando weekly of livejournals: absolutely no content.