What's it Like in New York City?
"No wait - I have a plan. I want you to kill me."
Go Johnny, do the happy dance.
Another day of no school due to a stupid snow day. It is now official. I will be in school till july - or there abouts.
I had a beautiful journal entry all typed up, partially celebrating the fact that I finished uploading all my music on iTunes and talking about my life from coast to coast, apologizing for not updating enough, leaving big empty holes about my life here and never giving enough to people.
Then the computer went wacky and took it all away to that special place that all lost data goes.
I wonder if it's anything like heaven.
I have a secret project that I haven't told anybody about - not even Megan. It's something I can't help but go back to, usually when I'm laying in bed and can't sleep. I'll get up, grope about for my glasses then stumble over to my typewriter, turn on my baby and type up a page or so then stumble back - try to sleep.
Sleep, sleep, sleep.
Music means a lot to me. I wish I could make some myself.
Perhaps I should save the rest for a letter. I've made a few dismal attempts, but none of them seem right.
I fear I have an undiagnosed mental illness.
I'm thinking a lot about the future, because it's the only thing that makes the now bearable. Anyone else doing that? I don't know if it's a good thing because God only knows what'll happen when the future doesn't turn out any better.
Time to get off.
Off the computer I meant.
Go Johnny, do the happy dance.
Another day of no school due to a stupid snow day. It is now official. I will be in school till july - or there abouts.
I had a beautiful journal entry all typed up, partially celebrating the fact that I finished uploading all my music on iTunes and talking about my life from coast to coast, apologizing for not updating enough, leaving big empty holes about my life here and never giving enough to people.
Then the computer went wacky and took it all away to that special place that all lost data goes.
I wonder if it's anything like heaven.
I have a secret project that I haven't told anybody about - not even Megan. It's something I can't help but go back to, usually when I'm laying in bed and can't sleep. I'll get up, grope about for my glasses then stumble over to my typewriter, turn on my baby and type up a page or so then stumble back - try to sleep.
Sleep, sleep, sleep.
Music means a lot to me. I wish I could make some myself.
Perhaps I should save the rest for a letter. I've made a few dismal attempts, but none of them seem right.
I fear I have an undiagnosed mental illness.
I'm thinking a lot about the future, because it's the only thing that makes the now bearable. Anyone else doing that? I don't know if it's a good thing because God only knows what'll happen when the future doesn't turn out any better.
Time to get off.
Off the computer I meant.