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Have you ever gotten the feeling that your mind is simply trying to self-destruct? Nothing, and I mean nothing has gone terribly wrong this week. Still, mentally I feel like I've been beaten with a 2x4 and left for dead in a piss-and-puke-soaked alley. The weather hasn't even been crappy, and I've even gotten a lot of shit done.
The trip to Muncie proved to be generally successful, I guess. I really didn't get to help a lot because Tim and his friends kept ditching us. My parents and I would go to a meeting place for work and wait for them to show up. Half of the time, they didn't show so a lot of time was wasted by waiting.
I haven't written in a few days. It's not because I'm terribly busy (I'm not) and it's not because anything exciting is happening (it's not).
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Wow. The 10th volume of my collections of random thoughts. This deserves a beer or something.
I really want to go on a roadtrip. An old friend, Stephanie Ross, whom I knew from music camp, stopped by a couple days ago and spent the night here with her friends. They were on the way from Albuquerque to Boston, as she is moving up there. I was insanely jealous of their road trip.
Amy's trying to sleep and I'm bored. Today wasn't much to talk about. Mom's chemo is going well, according to an e-mail I got from her. That makes me happy. Otherwise, today was boring. Pleasant, but generally boring. So, you're getting a cheesy-assed survey.