Today was another day at work. I have never had Labor Day off ever and my stomach hurts, but I'm fine.
God, what'm I going to do today? I kind of feel like reading in the park or doing music in the basement, but what will most likely happen is I will freak out about stuff I have to get done, and then not do any of it. I've been having some floating anxiety lately. Is that a real term, "floating anxiety"? I think I've heard it before.
Man, I should've just skipped the gravy at breakfast.
Where does a person go to get decent clothes anymore? I went to American Apparel and Urban Outfitters yesterday, expending a great deal of energy, to find only a small gray t-shirt. I ought to make the majority of my clothing. That's what I ought to be doing.
I ought to.
Think I'll take a nap. Someone call me, please, so I can complain with my vocal chords.
L
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