September never stays this cold
What a fucking shitty night, aside from Sushi with Swede and watching OTS fucking rock. But yeah, everything else was fucking lame. After my plans of hanging out with Woody got squashed, I headed back to Greensboro, alone, to mope and go to bed. But when I got back into Greensboro, I went the wrong way down Lee Street off 40, ending up somewhere out in the ghetto, and then when I tried to get back, I ended up in Trinity. So I get myself back into the ghetto, and call Swede, and tell him my whole night story, and how I was scared and lost, only to realize he fell asleep right after saying hey. I hung up and pulled over on the side of the road and just cried for a bit. Eventually get back, to an empty dorm. And I smell heavily of cigarette smoke and have a pounding headache.
I'm going to go to bed, and maybe sleep until Sunday. Yeah, that sounds like a plan.
I'm going to go to bed, and maybe sleep until Sunday. Yeah, that sounds like a plan.