hard day

Why is that when things start coming together do I feel like utter crap. I think because this is real life now and I'm the one responsible.

I've decided that I'm not done with this thing. So here I go.

So much has happened in the last year that it is so hard to hide behind vaguely structured sentences, where the nameless "you" is always the subject.

The idols are singing Bon Jovi tonight. Somehow that makes things a little bit better.

Some time the realization hits me and I'm shocked everytime.

A week and half and I'm NY.

A week and a half.