Hmm
I'm drinking vodka and listening to Sarah Mclachlan. While doing any one of these things probably won't send me into paroxysms of melancholy, I've become rather certain that doing both of them will. I could begin to pose the usual existential hum-drum of "What do I really, really want?" or "What is it that will alleviate X or Y, bringing me Z?" but, I don't think I'll do that. Change is afoot, though.
I've noted that I'm a bit more withdrawn, and much more apt to sink into some nook or another and read than to engage someone new, or sometimes even someone old. Maybe the experiences of the past few months have been the building blocks of Fortress Solitude. Probably so. Or maybe I should just turn off the damn music.
I've noted that I'm a bit more withdrawn, and much more apt to sink into some nook or another and read than to engage someone new, or sometimes even someone old. Maybe the experiences of the past few months have been the building blocks of Fortress Solitude. Probably so. Or maybe I should just turn off the damn music.