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It's crazy. I always wind up doing nothing on Friday nights. I get off work, call around to hang out, then wind up at home. At least I didn't go to Wendy's after work tonight. I'm starting to find myself hanging out in parking lots after I get off work or school. Come to think of it, tonight was the second night in a row. Last night I slept in a parking lot for an hour, and tonight I hung out with Santana and my mannequin, Satch, in a parking lot for an hour. Thankfully Cari kept me company, even if it was only by text. Sweet girl.
Things are repeating lately. Ironically, I'm listening to the same song I was listening to last night when I posted. I can't but help thinking of that bible verse: "As a dog returns to its vomit, so a fool returns to his folly." I would give the coordinates for that verse, but I can't remember it right now and I am too dadgum tired to look it up.
Why am I making sense? I think I am losing my touch. Rather, I think I'm gaining my sanity.
Things are repeating lately. Ironically, I'm listening to the same song I was listening to last night when I posted. I can't but help thinking of that bible verse: "As a dog returns to its vomit, so a fool returns to his folly." I would give the coordinates for that verse, but I can't remember it right now and I am too dadgum tired to look it up.
Why am I making sense? I think I am losing my touch. Rather, I think I'm gaining my sanity.