2003-06-04 - 2:35 p.m.

I’m such a space cadet. I don’t know where my head’s been lately, but it’s just not right. Actually, I do know where it’s been. And it hasn’t been focused on getting money to get out of here. And that’s the problem. So I should concentrate on that. Especially since my car died on Saturday. Hopefully it’ll be fixed tomorrow. If not, I say he’s being a slow-ass and should give me a discount for not having a car to get to and from work.

Other than that, I suppose everything’s been manageable. Working and sleeping. Nothing else, I suppose. Not that there’s anything to do. Rowena’s birthday is next weekend. After that and before Warped, I have to get my hair cut. That’s all there is to it. I refuse to go to another show with long hair. It’s simply unacceptable. I wonder how I’ll look with short hair. Probably disgusting. Oh well.

I’m going to school for an overnight stay soon. The weekend of Warped, actually. So I won’t ever get to work and get money, so I’ll just have to work an extra week, I suppose.

Anyway, I suppose that should be all since I have to go to bed now.

Thinking - “I have to believe that it works...that when two people come together, they stay together. I have to take that to bed with me at night, even if I'm going to bed alone.”

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