It's close to midnight. I am sitting in the business center of the Arts at Turtle Creek. I am alone.

I want to know myself... again, if I ever did.

I am shivering a little, half from cold, half from nerves.

I was scrolling thru facebook on my phone, laying on my bed.

I felt like hearing Will Is My Friend, so played it on youtube on my phone. It's still very beautiful.

I wanted to say something. I wanted to express myself. I wanted to be myself. I put on khaki pants and blue flip flips and took Patrick's apartment key and walked here while the song played. I thought of someone seeing me and hearing the song... something about hipsters... It's such a useless phenomenon. The word.

I listened to KVRX on the way home from work tonight. The program was Souvlaki Space Station. They play Shoegaze and dream pop. I liked the last song. I sat in the car and listened to it all. I opened the moon roof and looked at the cloudy lit up night sky and the tree.

Patrick came home with ingredients for sub sandwiches. We prepared and ate. I was cutting bread and cut into my left index finger about a quarter inch. It took at least fifteen seconds for it to start bleeding. It was a clean cut. I put a band aid on which is still on. Pat put on Curb Your Enthusiasm season 3 I think. He asked Bridgett if it was okay. She ate with us. Pat and I shared a can of Amy's split pea soup.

Before they got home, I was listening to my iRiver recording, Something I'm Not. I wanted to hear "Scary Parts of the World". I listened to it and "Do You Wanna.." I imagined it being widely heard, being known as Gregury Wredburg, and Chris Gethard listening to it. I would label it as Indoors Outsider Art.

It's eight after midnight.

I have been very lazy. I was off for 4 days in a row before today. I feel like I lost myself a little somehow. I just put on Passing Through by Leonard Cohen. There was nothing on before.

This morning I did not do laundry. I watched Dodger play Life is Strange parts 1 through 3.

Yesterday was insane too...

I woke at Mom's house in the morning.


I watched La Vie de Boheme again, because I missed a lot my first try.


Aaron texted me back. He mentioned a movie he was devastated by, "Les Bonnes Femmes"


The band is Languis... that's languish without an 'h'.


There is something about Saturday Night Live.


I am listening to a song called "touch a cloud"


Here I go tripllee spaccing.


Im sac4red bye