eating breakfast. im very late to work - its at the point where youre so late that you might as well just take your time
just had breakfast. Now I've gotta get my lazy buns off this couch and get my things together for a long day of class and then work.
Listening to Alan Watts and contemplating the fundamental questions of existence...Wishing my mind would stop thinking so goddamned much. ...wishing i was FREE. Actually, knowing that I am indeed free, but I am also a coward for not living like it for fear of what others would think/feel/say about me. Sad, but true. Wondering if there's a meaning or a fucking purpose to any of it. Existence, that is. Oh, and I am also looking out the window at the umpteenth day of cold, gray weather. And hating it. Wishing I was drunk or high, or fucking...anything to make me forget for a while...
Oh god...such decisions my mind is a-sploding. Chicken wings are my faaaavorite. But steak is also a happy thing.