I don't dream like I used to These days I forget them all Just as quickly as they came I once treasured each dream Thinking they held some hidden meaning Hoping they were glimpses of things to come These days I've given up on believing in magic and fate These days I'm lucky to get much sleep at night But I'm alright Eventually I will sleep Tonight
Blah. I need out of this town, out of this place, out of this pitfall trap and out of this face.
Bob: i really am Batman Bob: either that or i've been writing the wrong name on the inside of my underwear for years RevFajita: Batman's going to be pissed when he finds out you stained his underwear Bob: i'm Batman, damn it Bob: why else would i have a pole to my secret underground layer? RevFajita: so do you, um, wrap your legs around this pole and slide down it to gain entrance to this lair? Bob: yeah. so what? Bob: it doesn't make me gay RevFajita: sure it doesn't
Plans for the night include picking my brother up from the mall where my mom plans to ditch him and having dinner with Beth. She invited me to come hang out with her and her cousin for a bit. I'm not sure if I'm game for that or not yet. We'll see what mood I'm in later. I'm in the mood to be around people and I could deal with just Beth. Her cousin is just a bit too much for me though. *shrugs* It'll be good for me to get out of the house at least. What I need is a coffee shop that has a bar at it where I can go with my friends who are so inclined to hang out, play some chess, and have some long intellectual conversations with about nothing at all. Or an arcade with a bar. I know where to find both in Ohio. Financially though, it'd be better if I could find them here. Ah well.
iTunes has had a taste for Dashboard Confessional today. I've heard every track from The Places You Have Come To Fear The Most at least once today. You'd think that, out of 2400 songs, it'd be pretty hard to hear an entire album when you've got your player set for shuffle.
We're losing yet another employee at the office. This one is one of my favorite people. It makes me a little sad because she was a pleasant person to have around. More and more, I feel like maybe it's time for me to move on from here. I like the freedom I have in my job, the people I work with, and that I'm doing some good in the world. But what does it amount to? *shrugs* There are some possible creative outlets entering my life soon. We'll see if those help any with this feeling of being stuck.
<insert commentary here directed at a particular person but I decided that I was going above and beyond my current role in their life, therefore causing me to decide not to post it. People held in higher regard than I am refuse to say anything, why should I be the one to give in? That's always my job and I'm tired of it. Someone else can be the voice of reason, I'm not very reasonable these days anyway.>
