Waiting… I do a lot of it, and I also hate it. Just waiting to hear back from people, or jobs, or things, or decisions… Don’t like it. I would prefer to do something, and inherently, that is when I make mistakes. I should have learned this lesson, but I haven’t.
And that will lead me to the mistakes I just keep repeating.
Why does it always rain on me?
I remember when I used to buy CD’s to listen to one song. I was that guy. Today, I have decided to listen to some albums that I only listen to one song off of… And the only album I can remember doing that to was The Man Who by Travis.
I can’t shake this slight head ache behind my left eye. It might be caused by the gin I drank last night.
I think that I might want to try again at something new.
Most of my sentences in this thing start with “I,” and I don’t know if that is good or bad; just an observation.
This weekend, I started really missing walking around a bookstore. That was one of the first things I did when I got my driver’s license, was take a trip over to Taylor books in Lincoln Square, and spend a few hours looking and reading.
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