here's something that doesn't make sense. getting in a weird mood because people didn't ask you to do something that you regularly avoid doing when they actually do ask. i am a strange creature.



separately:

i should get ready for next tuesday. bother me about it. hound me about it. tell me my excuses are foolish and nothing but empty words. maybe then i could be ready in a few months. or years.

posted by adam @ 12:56 AM