Hallelujah?
Now and then you have to sit up in bed and wonder what the hell is happening in your life. My room is constantly in total darkness, the courtyard my window opens to offers nothing but that blue-grey light that makes any hour I wake up seem incredibly early, thus allowing me to sleep until 3 in the afternoon.
This weekend, if anything, has gone to show me (again) that life is just fucking weird. Seriously. I have made out witha renaissance man, my friend geoff is going back to the US, I am now a full-fledged member of "the girls" and drank more at an irish pub than I have ever wanted to. Oh, the pint...I've had my fill of tea and toast and all kinds of other things.
In short, I feel old. And okay.
And I think I might have changed. Not this weekend, but these past two months. And I think, it might be possible to change so much that you end up right back where you started.
This weekend, if anything, has gone to show me (again) that life is just fucking weird. Seriously. I have made out witha renaissance man, my friend geoff is going back to the US, I am now a full-fledged member of "the girls" and drank more at an irish pub than I have ever wanted to. Oh, the pint...I've had my fill of tea and toast and all kinds of other things.
In short, I feel old. And okay.
And I think I might have changed. Not this weekend, but these past two months. And I think, it might be possible to change so much that you end up right back where you started.