New sweatshirts are wondrously fuzzy - it's like wearing the skin of a stuffed animal you recently vanquished in battle.
Also I did not post on Monday - after a year of posting faithfully.
Instead I went to an open mic which kind of sucked.
Also I am having some slight recent-college-graduate-crisis-trauma-issues-more-words.
ME: "You could go back to graduate school and study things..." and then I look around on the internet and Everyone says: "DO NOT go to graduate school for any sort of social science/humanities degree. You will just post-pone your semi-jobless loafing state for a few years and increase the accompanying panic."
ME: "but there are tests...and and homework... and books and things I am good at... unlike real life or whatever the frick this is that I hate."
ME:"WHAT AM I GOING TO DO WITH MY WHOLE LIFE! THERE IS A BLACK ABYSS OF NOTHING STARING AT ME AND NIETZSCHE SAYS IT IS GAZING BACK OR SOMETHING BUT HOW IS THAT SUPPOSED TO FIX ANYTHING NOTHING IS HAPPENING AND WHY AM I LISTENING TO NIETZSCHE ANYWAY." Existential crisis-es are torrential run-ons.
Everyone: "Shut up. Stare out this window."
ME: "oh. I like it. It is green and stuff and the leaves move a little bit. I think I will do this forever."