"oh comely, i will be with you when you lose your breath... chasing the only meaningful memory you thought you had left."

i have slummed into this depressive funk today. i'm sunburnt, and worn out, and i begin working a second job as a projectionist, friday night.

i've been listening to a lot of, "neutral milk hotel," lately... truly one of my all time favorite bands. and another reason i cannot wait to get my ipod. i can max out that 80 gig drive with so much music, and when i get the wireless adapter, i can bring NMH to work with me in the work truck via a station...

halo 3 beta does not work with crackdown. i'm pretty upset about that, but not enough to open any veins.

i want to miss someone, but i'm not sure it would really be warranted. i always do this. like i'm trying so hard to be into something that i just don't have any place being to begin with.

i don't know how much i will write anymore. the vicodin has run dry.