This is the entry you get when you wake up from a nap on a hot afternoon.
Saturday, 02/05/05 - 4:17 pm.

I hate going to bed at 1:30 am.
I hate taking naps.
I hate being so dry and unwitty.
I hate to consume much more energy than what I can burn.
I hate that Cel and I weren't closer and now she's left the country.
I hate being in a ghost relationship and I hate to realize that's my fault.
I hate that I can't drive.
I hate that I don't dare to drive.

All things in perspective, though, I'm quite alright. I mean, I could be hating myself right now and all my joy about taking pictures and learning to cook and playing guitar and Aerosmith and The Beatles and Animal Planet and psychology would go down the drain.

And that would be very lame of me.

prev / next