2005-01-10 - 7:39 a.m.
Relapse into tissue land, this weekend. Interspersed with losing my voice and, of course, cold medicine stupor.
Things are getting...hmm, what? fun? maybe a little fun...around here. Sooo it's taken me five months to meet people...but it's starting to happen. Last night, I tried to get comfortable on the couch with tissues and a new Hemingway, but felt restless. I think now that I've had a small taste of being social again, I remembered how much I enjoy it. Looking forward to more.
Poor Hemingway. I still love you, you dirty old bastard. But we've never gone out to eat even once, and you would die (again) rather than play music with me or go bowling for kicks. A girl's got NEEDS.
Why don't I sleep more at night, ever?
