Tender is the night.

I can already tell this week is gonna be on the stranger side of normal.

Should be doing homework. Not. In San Jose. Should not be. Awake. Should not be. OHhHHhhHH well. This new phone is kinda ugly. But whatever. It's cool. I'll give it personality. OH I'LL GIVE IT SOME PERSONALITY. Haha...

Well...Uh.

I feel like re-reading a book. Hemingway or Fitzgerald? One of those. dunno...but damn. Lots to do. Headachin.

Let's roll. Let's rolllllllllll...

I bought a sailboat yesterday. Let's go. Let's take it out, get lost at sea, end up in the middle of nowhere with our case of beer, my guitar with one missing string, and a chest full of music. Then let's sail back to somewhere with new tans and a greater sense of the meaning for "lonely" and for "contentment." Poetic headache madness. Far too past coherent and a little on delusional. But let's roll. Let's go. Let's go find Joe and his Volcano. (good movie). I don't know how to use "it's" and "its" and I don't know about "whom" and "who", not sure about ";" that thing. But there are things I'm sure of in this world. Oh yeah. There are things I'm sure of.

Someone once told me...we all fall. Yeah. We all hurt. I heard it in a song.

FEBRUARY. 4ockasdflkajdfahsfwainnksdfh almost over.