Ah, what an adventure today.

It starts with me very hungry at 6 PM with a knock at my door.
It ends with a free Vanilla Milk drink, very full, and the feeling of drowsiness.

Doing my homework like a good boy for once, this afternnoon, bored as hell watching I Love Lucy. A knock comes to my door, its jabbars mom, pushing her way in, dropping off some good junk, and leaving just like that.
the sequence of events leading to me being drunk right now typing instead of doing my homework is very sequential indeed.

time flows like a river.

davids car breaks down. i get an amanda call. i learn that 2 tylenolPM are greater than 2 cups of soda....end up at 7-11. end up back here.

thats what happened, consider the periods the transition times when the real exciting stuff happened, things i can not mention here.

i hope i remember today, even though you probably can not make any sense of it, and it sounds boring
its all so surreal, it feels like a dream, yeah, go to something else in my journal, this was a waste of space for you, why did i even start type anything

i did type much more, but it got erased, and other stuff wasnt nice.
here, i'll try again in a few minutes. let me finish these 3 half empty drinks i have lying around cluttering this desk