Feb. 9th, 2001

I've gone and done it again.

Technically I did miss a day, as it is now 12:04. But the day isn't over until you go to bed.

I am even more uninspired tonight than I was before. And I forgot someone's birthday today, and wasn't able to celebrate it with them. If that person is reading, I'm sorry! Dinner is on me...

It looks to be a good weekend coming up: another possible tournament, pay day (including retro pay from the beginning of the year, a party on Saturday, and my roommate's Improv debut on Sunday night. And somewhere in there, I'm sure there will be sleep. Just like there will be right about now.

I keep thinking the bubble is going to burst, that the great times I've been having will go away. But I don't think it will. I'm not looking at the negative in everything, and as a result I'm happier more often than not. Not just OK, but genuinely happy.

All I can say is it's about damn time!
I have battled the sickness all day.

To defeat the sickness, and leave myself whole and hearty for tomorrow's adventures, I must sleep it into submission.

Which I will do. Right now.

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