fifteen

sunday afternoons are my least favorite part of the week. on monday, you're at least in monday and all bets are off. but on sunday afternoon, the dread of monday is already creeping, and you know there's nothing you can do to stop it. (i've just gone back and re-read this--- it sounds like i'm despondent or something. i'm not; i'm just making an observation. actually, i'm in a pretty good mood all the way around.)

i've had a couple of revelations over the weekend. while friday night was absolute crap all the way around, it helped bring a thing or two into focus-- primarily being that i have nothing in common with my local friends other than beer. i suppose that's enough to keep it going during a 3 hour football game, and i like those few hours, but i'm just not that guy all the time. or half the time. or even 1/3 of the time. they're great guys, they really are, but i think i prefer the company of dead writers. now, you out of town eastwicks, y'all feel free to come down and slum it up with me whenever you want. it's actually long overdue.

pretty generic stuff today. hope i'm not boring you, but i'll take those days every now and then when i don't have 22,000 things rattling in my head. it gets loud, after all, and hard to manage at times. today's just an overall good day.