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"Cigarettes & Chocolate Milk" by Rufus Wainwright makes me feel all wintry. I couldn't tell you why, but it does and I enjoy it.
My Dad came home today and my sister is coming down for a visit next weekend (haircut!). I was going to go for a night-time stroll down to the beach but Susana just went to a friend's house and I should probably stay here in case my Dad needs anything. The back of his head is gnarly. The incision from his surgery is like a big #7 that starts at the middle of his head, about at the top of his ears, and goes to the base of his neck.
I'm starting to get a little overwhelmed now that I have work and school and I'm sorta lonesome. It's a shitty feeling. I was lucky enough to get together with Ryan for breakfast last week (?) but I feel like I haven't talked to anyone else in forever. Maybe I won't be seeing TSOL tonight. As much as I'd like to get out of the house, I'm not in the mood to stand around by myself at a show. Blah blah blah.