It’s my 3rd night in NY. I can’t fall asleep. seems like there’s so much I want to do, problem is i don’t know where to start or how to even go about doing them.
i’m confused, but it’s okay i guess. confusion is a good sign that you’re doing/attempting to do something right. it’ll work itself out, right?
anyway, i’ve got lotus plaza’s new record playing, i’m wide awake, there’s some left-over chinese food sitting right by my bed, i’m helping myself to it even though i don’t really want it anymore, i think i saw a little fly whizz past me, i’m too lazy to do anything about it, i’m reading Demetri martin’s book, it’s called “this is a book by demetri martin”, it’s pretty funny if you couldn’t already tell by the amusing title. for some reason, i figured it best to ask you to have a conversation with me, for some reason tumblr seems like the logical outlet, maybe i’m crazy, you’ll have to forgive me. i’ve found that i’m a little jittery of late, everything seems maniacally whimsical, not in a bad way, not great either. it’s like everything’s going by so slowly, and keeping up seems like a charmingly neurotic approach to attempt to make some sense of it all.
it’s 3:30am, this really makes no sense. what i’m really trying to say is, talk to me, if you will.Posted 1 year ago with 1 note