thirty two

ok, i've re-read yesterday's post a few times. it just comes across like i'm a step or two away from pulling the shades, ordering groceries over the internet, adopting 27 more cats, and vanishing from society. i'm not.

self analysis and introspection can lead to surrepticious self destruction if you're not careful. for whatever reason, the girl and i didn't work out. do i really need a reason? would a reason provide me with anything other than something to file away in my subconscious?

simple answer: no.

so let's get on with it. i'll go ahead and paint the walls-- i've wanted to do that anyway. i'll get my doors handbills framed. i'll keep ordering new (and old) music through amazon. i'll hang out with my idiot friends. i'll write here and there. i'll read my books. i'll hang out with the re-pete. i'll hang out at the lakes. i'll take a trip here and there. it's not a bad life, you know.

in other words, i'll stop feeling sorry for myself. it's almost summer, after all.

so, if you see me slipping, tell me to stop being a whiny bitch and just live.