May 17
It is 5:43 AM
I am wide awake and at a strange computer with a hella loud space bar.
If you love the god known as NPH, check out Dr. Horrible’s Sing-Along-Blog. Magic.
On a different note…
I realize you’re not there. I am forgetting you a bit each day. Your prescence one day, you’re eyes the next. I felt it coming but never made it count, and now I don’t feel anything. I am vain. Selfish. Pugnacious. Arrogant. But is this an affect or how I’ve come to find myself of my own actions? Reagan’s not here to take my dreams but indecision and laziness are.
We never found the yellow bass guitar.
Oh, the nostalgic bullshit of the interwebz.
