I Am Not...Myself?

I have never felt less like myself than today. There's an intense ringing in my left ear from seeing a friend's band last night at the Doll Hut. What it does to your whole equilibrium is no joke. I just feel...off. I went to a coffee shop to write and I was just typing conversations like I had a mild concussion. I didn't sleep much last night and I'm full from breakfast. Also, the whole uncomfortable shrug of a relationship right now isn't helping.

I'm just going to read and hope I wake up a decade.

The Worst Conversation

"I don't think this is going very well," said the pessimist.

There was a long pause.

"Yeah, you're totally fucked," said the other one.

Since I Have Returned To California...

Friday Night: Have pizza and soda with my family. Don't go to sleep until 4 a.m.

Saturday Night: Meet up with friends. Have potato tacos, rice, beans, chips and salsa, soda and beer before midnight, and then a bag of candy and cheese bread around 3 a.m. Stay awake until 8 a.m. when I have seven slices of pizza and another bag of candy. Fall asleep at 10 a.m.

Sunday Night: Meet up with friends. Have whiskey, beer, soda, a grilled cheese, soup, fries, chips and cheese dip and two seven and sevens. Don't go to sleep until 6 a.m.

Monday Night: Meet up with friends. Have pizza and beer. Come home and have the worst talk with my girlfriend ever. Sorta maybe kinda break up.

Tuesday: No appetite. Hang out at the library all day.

"Bleh," said the degenerate, once again at a crossroads.