why am i organizing my stupid computer instead of going to bed?
it is one of those evenings where the world is purposefully trying to screw up everything i’m trying to get done.
tomorrow i will be:
wallowing (ice cream eating, movie watching, comforter snuggling) alternating with extreme hatred and hurt followed up by left over chinese food and harry potter books. it’s been an immensely tough day. and you couldn’t care less.
Sometimes I forget how much I love Providence. I remember again. My room at this inn is fantastic. California King bed, working fireplace, huge windows. Wish I had a friend to share it all with. Off to explore a bit.
This guy is walking around the port authority asking people to pay a penalty he just incurred. Are you joking me? And now he’s screaming about how we don’t have a heart. If you can’t afford the penalty you better make damn sure you don’t fuck up, huh? I sound ultra conservative, but for reals.