I walk a lot, as I have no car. What I really like about walking - besides the exercise - is the chance to often have time all to myself, just me and my brain. I'll find myself trancing out and thinking about a million things that I never get to cover in my droning day-to-day life. It is one of the few, precious times I have where I get to be alone, such as that is. Tonight on my way home I thought about the past few days, and why it is that this week I'm happier, when last week the same issues were happening yet I was either enraged or depressed. There is no rhyme or reason for my feelings sometimes, I swear. The same shit is going on, yet this week it barely touched me.
Godfrey's last night: it was goofy as hell, the same old shit, bad music - I didn't even dance, ha - yet I managed to have a great time. Go figure. Most of that was spent talking to The Dosh and Liam and Rat Bastard, drinking rum and cokes, and bouncing off the walls thanks to the enormous amounts of pixy stix I consumed... it was fun, somehow. I came home rather relaxed, and giddy. That feeling lasted into today, even with the barely four hours of sleep I managed to glean. I didn't get angry at all today, and that's quite the shocker. I'm tired of getting angry. I'm tired of feeling down. I'm ready to try and let some fucked up shit breeze by me for a while and just relax to the best of my ability. Don't know how that's going to be incorporated into my weekend, but it WILL, dammit. Maybe I'll even get a chance to work on lyrics and vocals for the newest TVD songs.
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