I’m a bit tired. I stayed up late, my roommate fiddled with the TV through the night, and yes, we are in the same room. Long story, not interested in telling it, right now.
My neurons are scattered across the continent.
Somehow, I open my mouth – a second time – not the first, usually. And that’s when I say something. Stupid. must be. But I’m no junk. So why do I keep expecting different results, given the same behavior on my part.
And I want to be more *productive*. wtf. Do more damage, is more like it.
What’s wrong with -looking- for love? SO many things, so so many things./ (Perhaps I will write a list, one day)