"I'll have more to say when I'm happy..."

"...'course, then I'll have less to sing."

Got my hair cut. My neck's cold.

The guys on the floor above mine were playing "hallway baseball" earlier. *le sigh* They're interesting characters.

Had pizza and discussion with a couple of friends last night.

Check this "smooth operator" out!!! (Don't ask what possessed me to say that because I don't know.)

Today feels like Saturday.

I'm not particularly "sad." I'm more frustrated and overwhelmed. I feel like I have a lot of things to say, but I can't think of them. Like I keep telling myself stories to convince myself that reality is less harsh than it is.

*L* Per usual.

Ta!